But there, I promised not to speak of that." "I am not a burglar in disguise," said Richard, smiling, "and would make your father richer rather than rob him.

But why should he keep so large a sum by him ?" "I do not know; but there it is, locked with a letter padlock which he made himself.

No human being can open it, he says, who does not know the secret." Richard was silent.

Something else than love was occupying his thoughts, though his fingers were making marriage rings for themselves of Harry's golden hair.

It is like entertaining angels unawares to find after one has fallen in love that it is with an heiress.
"Dear Harry," said he at last, "I think I shall take you from your father's willing hands; I have good hope of it, and better since I have heard you so despairing; but, at all events, you will be mine.