I will give you what I can of the honors and glories--so shall we consider our bargain equal ?" This was not lover-like, and Mrs.Cricklander knew it, but it was better to have got it all over.

She was well aware that the "honors and glories" would compensate her for the outlay of her dollars, but her red mouth shut with a snap as she registered a thought.
"When I come back it may amuse me to make him really in love with me." Then, watching carefully, she saw that some cloud of jar and disillusion had settled upon her _fiance's_ face.

So with her masterly skill she tried to banish it, talking intelligently upon the political situation and his prospects.

It looked certain that the Government would not last beyond the session--and then what would happen?
Mr.Hanbury-Green had given her a very clear forecast of what the other side meant to do, but this she did not impart to John Derringham.
She made one really stupid mistake as she got up to leave the room.
"If you want a few thousands now, John," she said, as she bent to lightly salute his cheek, "do let me know and I will send them to your bank.

They may be useful for the wedding." A dull flush mounted to the roots of his hair, and then left him very pale.
He took her hand and kissed it with icy homage.
"Thank you, no--" he said.