Be that as it may, he said carelessly, after a moment's pause,-- "Well, farewell! And, by the bye, about that little money matter.

The month of which you spoke once was up yesterday.

I suppose I am not worthy yet; so I shall be humble, and wait patiently.

Don't hurry yourself, I beg of you, on my account." She snatched her hand from his without a word, and rushed out of the shop.
He returned to his packing, whistling away as shrill as any blackbird.
Little did he think that Grace's heart was bursting, as she hurried down the street, covering her face in her veil, as if every one would espy her dark secret in her countenance.
But she did not go home to hysterics and vain tears.

An awful purpose had arisen in her mind, under the pressure of that great agony.