I wish to heaven poor little Mad could get married! Hasn't Marsh any prospects yet ?'" "That's all at an end," remarked Madeline, interrupting.

"We've just come to an understanding." Mrs.Denyer stared.
"You've broken off ?" "Mr.Marsh's allowance is to be stopped.

His prospects are worse than ever.

What's the good of keeping up our engagement ?" There was a confused colloquy between all four.

Barbara shrugged her fair shoulders; Zillah looked very gravely and pitifully at Madeline.
Madeline herself seemed the least concerned.
"I won't have this!" cried Mrs.Denyer, finally.