The old lawyer caressed his smoothly shaven chin and gazed out at Joyce Lavillotte from under his shaggy eyebrows, as from the port-holes of a castle, impressing her as being quite as inscrutable of aspect and almost as belligerent. She, flushed and bright-eyed, leaned forward with an appealing air, opposing the resistless vigor of youth to the impassiveness of age. It is t the crazy scheme you think it, Mr. Barrington, she said in that liquid voice which was an inheritance from her creole ancestry, and I do t mean to risk my last dollar. You kw I have means that cant be touched. Why should you be so sure I cant manage the Works-especially when Mr. Dalton is so capable and-- The lawyer uttered something between a grunt and a laugh. It's Mr. Dalton who will manage it all. What do you kw of the Works? No, he will t, Mr. Barrington. The factory, of course, is his province, but the village shall be mine. You think, because I am t yet twenty-two, that I do t kw my own mind, but you forget how long I have been motherless; and a girl has to think for herself when her mother goes.