There will be none like you at the London house." "I think that is likely, John.

Jane's mother will look middling well, but I shall be a bit beyond her.

She showed me her gown, and her pearls.
They were not bad, but they might hev been better--so they might!" It was thus John Hatton's marriage came off.

There was a dull, chill service in St.Margaret's, every word of which was sacred to John, a gay wedding-breakfast, and a laughing crowd from whom the bride and bridegroom stole away, reaching their own home late in the afternoon.
They were as quiet there as if they had gone into a wilderness.

Mrs.
Hatton remained in London for two weeks, with an old school companion, and Mrs.Harlow was hospitably entertained by Lord and Lady Harlow, who thoroughly respected her successful efforts to turn Harlow House into more than a respectable living.
Perhaps she was a little proud of her work, and a little tiresome in explaining her methods, but that was a transient trial to be easily looked over, seeing that its infliction was limited to a short period.
On the whole she was praised and pleased, and she told Mrs.Hatton when they met again, that it was the first time her noble brother-in-law had ever treated her with kindness and respect.
So the days grew to months, and the months to more than four years, and the world believed that all was prosperous with the Hattons.