In spite of his dislike of Copley, Fielden could not see much to object to in his manner as he came forward to receive his guests.  He was, perhaps, a trifle loud and domineering, perhaps a little too familiar in the way in which he held May Haredale’s hand in his.  Foster more or less obliterated himself.  It was his rôle in company to play the confidential servant.  He was quiet and subdued, though nothing escaped his sharp glance.  The dinner was excellent.  Everything was in good taste, as Fielden was forced to admit.  The talk, for the most part, was lively and was kept principally to the topic of sport.  Afterwards there was a move towards the billiard-room, and ere he realized it, Fielden found himself engaged in a game of pool with Sir George and Foster, while May Haredale and Copley looked on.  A moment or two later these two vanished on a pretext of Copley’s that he wished to show May some sporting pictures he had lately acquired.  The pictures were duly inspected, but Copley made no move to rejoin the party.

“Hadn’t we better go back?” May suggested.

Copley turned an admiring glance upon the girl.  There was no mistaking the expression of his face.  May had more than her fair share of courage, but she was feeling a bit restless and nervous.  She was wondering why she disliked this man so much.  She had had nothing but kindness and courtesy at his hands.  She knew that he had helped her father more than once.  Yet her instinct told her that Copley was not to be trusted.  There was a boldness about him that repelled her, something in his glittering eye from which she recoiled.  Now she knew almost before the words were spoken what Copley was going to say.

“The others are not likely to miss us for a bit,” he said.  “Besides, there is something I have to talk to you about.  To be perfectly candid, I asked you over here this evening on purpose.  I wonder why it is that you avoid me so.”

“I was not aware of it,” May murmured.

“But, indeed, you do.  I have noticed it more than once.  Surely you must know why I come so frequently to Haredale Park.  I am not much of a ladies’ man, Miss May, and I never have been.  I have led a rough kind of life.  I know so little of the atmosphere of drawing-rooms.  But every man recognizes, when the time comes, when he meets with the woman who is made for him alone, and that is the point I have reached.  I think I could provide you all you need.  You will have a fine house and a good position, and everything you want.  I daresay this is a rough way of putting it, but it is none the less sincere for that.”

It was sincere enough, as May had to admit.  Copley’s assurance had vanished.  He was speaking from his heart.  The man was rogue and scoundrel through and through, but had fallen deeply in love with May Haredale.  He was prepared to go any lengths to make her his wife.  It was the only piece of honesty and sincerity that he had ever displayed since he was old enough to know the distinction between right and wrong.

May stood silent and trembling.  She was not insensible to the compliment Copley was paying her.  She knew that he meant every word he said, and she knew, too, that there must be a hard fight before she could convince him that the thing he so ardently desired was impossible.  She had an uneasy feeling, too, that Copley had not yet played all his cards.  “I ought to thank you, I suppose,” she said.  “In a sense you are doing me an honour, and this is the first time that any man has asked me such a question, and naturally I feel disturbed.  But what you ask of me is quite impossible.”

“Why impossible?” Copley asked grimly.  “Oh, I didn’t expect you to jump at me; I know you are not that sort of girl.  Perhaps that is one of the main reasons why I am so anxious to make you my wife.  But if there is no one else ”

“There is no one else,” May said with a sorrowful sincerity which was not lost upon her companion.  “There is no one else, and there never will be.  If it is any sort of consolation to you, Mr. Copley, I shall never marry.”

“Never is a long day,” Copley smiled.  “At any rate, as long as there is nobody else in question I shall feel encouraged to go on.  I am a very persistent man, and in the end I always get my own way.  I’ll ask you again in a week or two, and, perhaps, when you have had time to think it over ”

“No, no,” May said firmly.  “There must be no thinking it over.  I could not marry you.  I could not care for you enough for that and I would never marry a man to whom I could not give myself wholly and entirely.  It is the same to-day, it will be the same next year.  Mr. Copley, I ask you not to allude to this distressing topic again.  If you do, I shall have no alternative but to treat you as a stranger.”

There was no mistaking the sincerity of May’s words.  Her natural courage and resolution had come back to her.  She met Copley’s glance without flinching.  Her little mouth was firmly set.  Even Copley, with all his egotism and assurance, knew that the last words had been said.

A sudden blind rage clutched him.  His thin veneer of gentility vanished.  He stretched out a hand and laid it upon the girl’s arm.

“So you mean to defy me,” he said hoarsely.

“Defy you!” May cried, indignantly.  “What do you mean?  Have you forgotten that you are a gentleman?  Anybody would think to look at you and hear you speak that you were playing the villain in some sensational melodrama.  You have paid me the compliment of asking me to be your wife, and I have done my best to decline in such a manner as to give you as little pain as possible.  You will be good enough to take me back to the billiard-room and not to allude to this matter again.”

Copley laughed derisively.  He had forgotten himself.  The love and passion in his heart had died away to a sullen anger.  Never since he had known May Haredale had he felt such a wild longing to possess her.  Well, if the girl would have it, then he must speak openly and freely.  She must be made to understand that here was her master, whose lightest wish she must learn to obey.

“You don’t understand,” he said.  “I suppose you think you have only to raise your hand and pick and choose.  Ah, you are mistaken, my dear young lady.  If you don’t believe me, ask Sir George.  He promised to speak to you on my behalf, but I see he hasn’t done so.  Probably he shirked it.  Now I shall have to tell you myself.  Do you know that at the present moment I am master of Haredale Park?  I don’t imagine you are acquainted with business, but you know that your father is not a rich man.  Has that fact escaped you?”

“I am aware of it,” May said coldly.

“Very well, then.  Where do you suppose he has found the money to pay his racing debts?  Do you suppose it dropped from the clouds?  During the last twelve months, your father has had from me something like thirty thousand pounds.  Even a rich man can’t always put his hand on large sums of money like that.  And I should have refused to part with the money if it had not been for your sake.  But when a man is in love, he is guilty of all sorts of follies and extravagances and when a man like me is in love he does not stick at trifles.  Now try to realize my position.  Try to realize that if I say the word there is an end to Haredale Park as far as you are concerned.  I am not boasting.  I could turn you both out to-morrow if I chose, and what would become of you then?  Ask yourself the question.  You needn’t answer it now; you can take time to do so.”

May Haredale trembled from head to foot.  She had half-dreaded, half-expected this, but the blow was no less crushing now that it had fallen, and she could see from the grim expression on Copley’s face that he meant every word he said.  She had read of similar situations in novels, but they had sounded cold and unconvincing, and little like the real thing now that she was face to face with it.

“You would never do it,” she faltered.

“By Heaven, I would!” Copley cried.  “Ah, you do not know what manner of man I am.  Why, when you look at me like that, instead of melting I grow all the harder.  I must make you my wife.  You little know the sacrifices I have made to bring this about.  I never thought that I could be a fool for the sake of a woman.  I could almost laugh at my own folly, but it has become part and parcel of my very existence, the only object in the world that is worth attaining.  Well, it is no use talking, for I could go on in the same strain all night.  It is for you to decide.  You can please yourself whether your father is turned out of house and home, or whether your prosperous and happy future ”

“Prosperous and happy future,” May echoed scornfully.  “The words on your lips sound like blasphemy.  It seems almost incredible that a man with any sort of pride should stoop to such a trick as this to force a woman to marry him, when, from the bottom of her heart, she loathes and detests him.”

Copley jeered.

“Oh, go on,” he said.  “Let it come out.  Treat me as if I were dirt under your feet.  But you will think better of it before a week has passed.  Tell your father what I have been saying to-night, and talk it over with him.  Perhaps he will be able to persuade you better than I can.  Let us go back to the billiard-room.”

May turned coldly away, but her eyes were dim, and all the world seemed slipping away from beneath her feet.