’Young men are so rash.  However, as long as I live your responsibilities will be only nominal.  This house will be Mary’s home, and yours whenever you are able to occupy it.  Of course I should not like to interfere with your professional efforts—­but if you are cultivating literature,—­why books can be written at Fellside better than in London.  This lakeland of ours has been the nursery of deathless writers.  But I feel that my days are numbered—­and when I am dead—­well death is always a cause of change and trouble of some kind, and Mary will profit very little by my death.  The bulk of my fortune is left to Lesbia.  I have taught her to consider herself my heiress; and it would be unjust to alter my will.’

’Pray do not dream of such a thing—­there is no need—­Mary will be rich enough,’ exclaimed Hammond, hastily.

‘With five hundred a year and the fruits of your industry,’ said Lady Maulevrier.  ’Yes, yes, with modest aspirations and simple habits, people can live happily, honourably, on a few hundreds a year.  And if you really mean to devote yourself to literature, and do not mind burying yourself alive in this lake district until you have made your name as a writer, why the problem of ways and means will be easily solved.’

’Dear Lady Maulevrier, I am not afraid of ways and means.  That is the last question which need trouble you.  I told Lesbia when I offered myself to her nearly a year ago, that if she would trust me, if she would cleave to me, poverty should never touch her, sordid care should never come near her dwelling.  But she could not believe me.  She was like Thomas the twin.  I could show her no palpable security for my promise—­and she would not believe for the promise’ sake.  Mary trusted me; and Mary shall not regret her confidence.’

‘Ah! it was different with Lesbia,’ sighed Lady Maulevrier.  ’I taught her to be ambitious.  She had been schooled to set a high price upon herself.  I know she cared for you—­very much, even.  But she could not face poverty; or, if you like, I will say that she could not face an obscure existence—­sacrifice her ambition, a justifiable ambition in one so lovely, at the bidding of her first wooer.  And then, again, she was told that if she married you, she would for ever forfeit my regard.  You must not blame her for obeying me.’

’I do not blame her; for I have won the peerless pearl—­the jewel above all price—­a perfect woman.  And now, dear Lady Maulevrier, give me but your consent, and I am off to York this afternoon, to interview the Archbishop, and get the special licence, which will allow me to wed my darling here by your couch to-morrow afternoon.’

’I have no objection to your getting the licence immediately; but you must let me write a cheque before you go.  A special licence is expensive—­I believe it costs fifty pounds.’

’If it cost a thousand I should not think it dear.  But I have a notion that I shall be able to get the licence—­cheap.  You have made me wild with happiness.’