I am going to marry Miss Wylie." "Really!" exclaimed Erskine, with a sensation of suddenly thawing after a bitter frost.
"Of course.

And now, Erskine, you have the advantage of being a poor man.

Do not let that splendid girl marry for money.

If you go further you are likely to fare worse; and so is she." Then he nodded and walked away, leaving the other staring after him.
"If he has jilted her, he is a scoundrel," said Erskine.

"I am sorry I didn't tell him so." He mounted and rode slowly along the Riverside Road, partly suspecting Trefusis of some mystification, but inclining to believe in him, and, in any case, to take his advice as to Gertrude.