'Oh, it was dreadful! I made the most rebellious speeches to poor
grandmother, and then I remembered her affliction, and I asked her to
forgive me, and just at the last she was ever so much kinder, and I
think that she will let me marry you, now she knows I have made up my
mind to be your wife--in spite of Fate.'

'My bravest and best.'

'And do you know, Jack'--she blushed tremendously as she uttered this
familiar name--'I have made a discovery!'

'Indeed!'

'I find that I am to have five hundred a year when I am married. It is
not much. But I suppose it will help, won't it? We can't exactly starve
if we have five hundred a year. Let me see. It is more than a pound a
day. A sovereign ought to go a long way in a small house; and, of
course, we shall begin in a very wee house, like De Quincey's cottage
over there, only in London.'

'Yes, dear, there are plenty of such cottages in London. In Mayfair, for
instance, or Belgravia.'

'Now, you are laughing at my rustic ignorance. But the five hundred
pounds will be a help, won't it?'

'Yes, dear, a great help.'

'I'm so glad.'