When half an hour had passed, they were still together, and now she had found the use of her tongue.  “Do whatever you like best,” she said.  “I do not care which you do.  If you came to me to-morrow and told me you had no income, it would make no difference.  Though to love you and to have your love is all the world to me,—­though it makes all the difference between misery and happiness,—­I would sooner give up that than be a clog on you.”  Then he took her in his arms and kissed her.  “Oh, Phineas!” she said, “I do love you so entirely!”

“My own one!”

“Yes; your own one.  But if you had known it always!  Never mind.  Now you are my own,—­are you not?”

“Indeed yes, dearest.”

“Oh, what a thing it is to be victorious at last.”

“What on earth are you two doing here these two hours together?” said Barbara, bursting into the room.

“What are we doing?” said Phineas.

“Yes;—­what are you doing?”

“Nothing in particular,” said Mary.

“Nothing at all in particular,” said Phineas.  “Only this,—­that we have engaged ourselves to marry each other.  It is quite a trifle,—­is it not, Mary?”

“Oh, Barbara!” said the joyful girl, springing forward into her friend’s arms; “I do believe I am the happiest creature on the face of this earth!”

CHAPTER LXVII

Job’s Comforters

Before Phineas had returned to London his engagement with Mary Flood Jones was known to all his family, was known to Mrs. Flood Jones, and was indeed known generally to all Killaloe.  That other secret of his, which had reference to the probability of his being obliged to throw up his office, was known only to Mary herself.  He thought that he had done all that honour required of him in telling her of his position before he had proposed;—­so that she might on that ground refuse him if she were so minded.  And yet he had known very well that such prudence on her part was not to be expected.  If she loved him, of course she would say so when she was asked.  And he had known that she loved him.  “There may be delay, Mary,” he said to her as he was going; “nay, there must be delay, if I am obliged to resign.”

“I do not care a straw for delay if you will be true to me,” she said.

“Do you doubt my truth, dearest?”

“Not in the least.  I will swear by it as the one thing that is truest in the world.”

“You may, dearest.  And if this should come to pass I must go to work and put my shoulder to the wheel, and earn an income for you by my old profession before I can make you my wife.  With such a motive before me I know that I shall earn an income.”  And thus they parted.  Mary, though of course she would have preferred that her future husband should remain in his high office, that he should be a member of Parliament and an Under-Secretary of State, admitted no doubt into her mind to disturb her happiness; and Phineas, though he had many misgivings as to the prudence of what he had done, was not the less strong in his resolution of constancy and endurance.  He would throw up his position, resign his seat, and go to work at the Bar instantly, if he found that his independence as a man required him to do so.  And, above all, let come what might, he would be true to Mary Flood Jones.