So I throw myself upon her--she'll bear me up." She spoke almost volubly--she held him with her sudden sharpness.

"She'll carry the whole weight of us." There was still, nevertheless, wonder in it.

"You mean she won't mind?
I SAY, love--!" And he not unkindly stared.

"Then where's the difficulty ?" "There isn't any!" Fanny declared with the same rich emphasis.

It kept him indeed, as by the loss of the thread, looking at her longer.