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He
stopped
short
with
a
face
of
astonishment
,
and
then
,
quickly
controlling
himself
,
went
up
to
Mr
.
Royall
with
a
frank
look
.
“
Have
you
come
to
see
me
,
sir
?
”
he
said
coolly
,
throwing
his
cap
on
the
table
with
an
air
of
proprietorship
.
Mr
.
Royall
again
looked
slowly
about
the
room
;
then
his
eyes
turned
to
the
young
man
.
“
Is
this
your
house
?
”
he
inquired
.
Harney
laughed
:
“
Well
—
as
much
as
it
’
s
anybody
’
s
.
I
come
here
to
sketch
occasionally
.
”
“
And
to
receive
Miss
Royall
’
s
visits
?
”
“
When
she
does
me
the
honour
—
—
”
“
Is
this
the
home
you
propose
to
bring
her
to
when
you
get
married
?
”
There
was
an
immense
and
oppressive
silence
.
Charity
,
quivering
with
anger
,
started
forward
,
and
then
stood
silent
,
too
humbled
for
speech
.
Harney
’
s
eyes
had
dropped
under
the
old
man
’
s
gaze
;
but
he
raised
them
presently
,
and
looking
steadily
at
Mr
.
Royall
,
said
:
“
Miss
Royall
is
not
a
child
.
Isn
’
t
it
rather
absurd
to
talk
of
her
as
if
she
were
?
I
believe
she
considers
herself
free
to
come
and
go
as
she
pleases
,
without
any
questions
from
anyone
.
”
He
paused
and
added
:
“
I
’
m
ready
to
answer
any
she
wishes
to
ask
me
.
”
