She was gazing at the fountain, her unseeing eyes gloomily reflecting her thoughts.
"If Mr.Craig hasn't got money why marry him ?" asked her sister.
"He can get it," replied Margaret tersely.

"He's the man to trample and crowd and clutch, and make everybody so uncomfortable that they'll gladly give him what he's snatching for." She laughed mockingly.

"Yes, I shall get what I want"-- then soberly--"if I can get him." "Get HIM! Why, he'll be delighted! And he ought to be." "No, he oughtn't to be; but he will be." "A man like him--marrying a lady! And marrying YOU!" Lucia threw her arms round her sister's neck and dissolved in tears.

"Oh, Rita, Rita!" she sobbed.

"You are the dearest, loveliest girl on earth.