He waited for some time, and at last he heard a quick, firm foot, and Mary Wells appeared.

She was hooded with her scarlet shawl, that contrasted admirably with her coal-black hair; and out of this scarlet frame her dark eyes glittered.

She stood before him in silence.
He said nothing.
She was silent too for some time.

But she spoke first.
"Well, sir, you promised one, and you have married another.

Now what are you going to do for me ?" "What _can_ I do, Mary?
I'm not the first that wanted to marry for love, but money came in his way and tempted him." "No, you are not the first.