Archie shrugged his shoulders. It was vain to combat her fixed
idea.

"I have still three hundred a year left. And you were worth
buying."

"You have no right to talk of me as though I had been bought."

The young man gasped. "But you said--"

"Oh, what does it matter what I said. I am going to marry you on
three hundred a year, so there it is. I suppose when Bolton
returns, my father will be glad to see the back of me, and then
will go to Egypt with Sidney to explore this secret tomb he is
always talking about."

"That expedition will require more than a thousand pounds," said
Archie dryly. "The Professor explained the obstacles to me.
However, his doings have nothing to do with us, darling. Let
Professor Braddock fumble amongst the dead if he likes. We
live!"

"Apart," sighed Lucy.

"Only for the next six months; then we can get our cottage and
live on love, my dearest."

"Plus three hundred a year," said the girl sensibly then she
added, "Oh, poor Frank Random!"