But I've already embraced the facts--you needn't dot any i's." With another glance at his fellow visitor Mitchy jumped up and stood there florid.

"He has offered you money to marry her." He said this to Vanderbank as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"Oh NO" Mrs.Brook interposed with promptitude: "he has simply let him know before any one else that the money's there FOR Nanda, and that therefore--!" "First come first served ?" Mitchy had already taken her up.

"I see, I see.

Then to make her sure of the money," he put to Vanderbank, "you MUST marry her ?" "If it depends upon that she'll never get it," Mrs.Brook returned.
"Dear Van will think conscientiously a lot about it, but he won't do it." "Won't you, Van, really ?" Mitchy asked from the hearth-rug.
"Never, never.

We shall be very kind to him, we shall help him, hope and pray for him, but we shall be at the end," said Mrs.Brook, "just where we are now.