The Pagan's Cup. Hume Fergus

Gabriel stared aghast at this speech, and at last broke out furiously, "Had you been my own child you would have been a stronger man; not a weak fool squandering money, and defying your benefactress. You ought to be ashamed of yourself."

      "I am," replied Leo, bitterly, "ashamed that I have endured this humiliating position for so long. I was only a child when you brought me here, and had no voice in the matter. Yet, out of gratitude, I have borne with your injustice, and – "

      "Injustice!" broke in Mrs Gabriel. "What do you mean?"

      "My meaning is not hard to gather, mother. You have never been just to me, and the bread with which you have fed me has been bitter enough to swallow. Do you think that I can go on listening to your angry words without a protest? I cannot. My position is not of my own making, and since you find me a burden and an ungrateful creature, the best thing will be to put an end to the position."

      "Indeed!" sneered the woman. "And how do you propose to do that? You are quite unable to earn your own living."

      "Oh, there is one way of doing that," replied Leo, grimly. "It does not need much education to be a soldier."

      "A soldier!" screamed Mrs Gabriel.

      "Yes. I made inquiries while I was in London, as I knew very well what welcome you would give me. It is my intention to volunteer for the war."

      "You'll do nothing of the sort."

      "I beg your pardon. I have made up my mind."

      "Then I shall have nothing more to do with you."

      "That is as you please, Mrs Gabriel. You are my aunt, and I suppose you have the right to support me out of charity. At any rate, you have no right to keep me here and taunt me all the time with my inability to keep myself. Again I say that the position is none of my making. However, I intend to relieve you of the burden of a useless man. Next week I shall enlist. Then you will be well rid of me."

      Mrs Gabriel gasped. "I forbid you!" she cried, with a stamp.

      "I am afraid I must decline to accept the command," said Haverleigh, with great coolness. "You have told me often enough that I am a beggar and a loafer. You shall do so no longer. As to my debts, I shall see to them myself. You need not pay them, nor need you continue my allowance. I earn my own bread from this moment."

      "How dare you, Leo? Do you not owe me something?"

      "No! You have cancelled all obligation by the way in which you have treated me. Everything you have done has been done grudgingly. If you did not intend to behave as a woman should, why, in Heaven's name, did you not leave me to be dependent on strangers? They could scarcely have been more harsh to me than you have been. But this is the end of it. I relieve you from this hour of the burden you complain of."

      "Take care. I intended you to be my heir, and – "

      "I decline to accept further favours at your hands," said Leo, proudly; "for what you have done I thank you, but I do not care to accept an inheritance as a favour. Now you know my intentions and I shall not change them."

      Mrs Gabriel raged for twenty minutes without making the least impression on the young man. He was determined to put an end to the position, and she found that she could not longer dominate him by her wrath. Then Mrs Gabriel became aware that she had driven him like a rat into a corner, and that, like a rat, he had turned to fight. For reasons best known to herself she did not wish him to leave her. Forthwith she abandoned her tyrannical attitude, and took refuge in the weakness of her sex. Considering her boasting, this was ironical.

      "It is cruel of you, Leo, to behave thus to a woman who loves you!"

      Leo, leaning over the parapet, shrugged his shoulders and replied without looking round. "That is just the point," he said. "You really do not love me – no, not one little bit."

      "I do. See how I have looked after you all these years."

      "And made me feel that I was a pauper all the time," he retorted. "But is it necessary to go over all the old ground? I have made up my mind."

      "You shall not enlist."

      "I tell you I shall."

      The two faced one another, both pale and both defiant. It was a contest of will, and the weaker would be sure to yield in the long run. Mrs Gabriel quite expected that her adopted son would give in, as he had often done before, but this time she found to her surprise that he declined to move from his attitude of defiance. Seeing that she was beaten, she suddenly calmed and proceeded to win the necessary victory in another and more crafty way.

      "Sit down, Leo," she said quietly. "It is time we had an explanation. You are behaving very badly, and I must request you at least to listen to me."

      Haverleigh had been doing nothing else for nearly an hour, so this speech was a trifle inconsistent. However, he could not be brutal, so with another shrug he resumed his seat. All the same he was resolved in his own mind that no argument she could use should make him alter the course he had determined upon. Leo could be obstinate on occasions.

      "I do everything I can for your good," said Mrs Gabriel in a complaining tone, "yet you thwart me at every turn." Then she proceeded to recount how she had sent him to Eton, to Oxford, how she had permitted him to go to London and allowed him money, and how he had behaved foolishly. It was at this point the young man interrupted her.

      "I admit that I have been foolish, but that comes from want of experience. You can't expect me to have an old head on young shoulders."

      "Don't interrupt me, please," said Mrs Gabriel, sharply. "Now that you have sown your wild oats, I want you to come here and take your position as my heir. I am no longer so young as I was, and I need someone to help me in administering the estate. Besides, I want you to marry."

      Leo rose from his seat. "You wish me to marry," said he; then, after a pause, he proceeded sarcastically, "And I suppose you have chosen me a wife?"

      "Just so," said Mrs Gabriel, coolly. "I want you to marry Miss Hale."

      "Not if there was not another woman in the world!"

      "That's all nonsense, Leo. She has a good dowry and she is an agreeable girl. You shall marry her."

      "I don't love her," protested Leo.

      "No matter; she loves you. Her brother told me so, and I am woman enough to see that she is deeply attached to you."

      "I won't marry her!" said Leo, doggedly. "I have a right to choose a wife for myself, and Miss Hale is not my choice."

      "Ah! Then what I have heard is true?"

      "What have you heard?" he demanded, with a dangerous look in his blue eyes. Mrs Gabriel was going too far.

      "That you are in love with Sibyl Tempest."

      "That is true. She is a beautiful and charming girl."

      "And a beggar!" burst out Mrs Gabriel, savagely. "Her father has nothing beyond his stipend, and that he spends on books. When he dies she will be a beggar. If you married her she would bring you no dowry."

      "She will bring me herself," replied Haverleigh, "and that is good enough for me. I love Sybil with my whole soul."

      "And how do you propose to keep her?" sneered Mrs Gabriel.

      "Not as the heir to your property," said Leo, wrathfully. "In some way or another I shall make my way in the world. Sybil is quite willing to wait for me. We are engaged."

      "Ha! You seem to have settled the whole matter."

      "We have. And it will not be unsettled by anyone."

      The young man looked so determined, there was such fire in his eye, such a firmness about his closed mouth, that Mrs Gabriel felt that she was beaten. For the moment she retreated gracefully, but by no means gave up her point. By nagging at Leo she might be enabled to bring about things as she wished. "Well, have it your own way," she said, rising. "I have said my say, and you are behaving abominably."

      "I am sorry you should think so, but I really cannot submit to this life any longer. You quite understand that next week I go to London?"

      "As you please." Mrs Gabriel was outwardly