He was quite an old man, she said--old enough to be her grandfather.

And when I asked her how she could reconcile it to her conscience to marry such a hoary-headed rascal----" Here Helmsley interrupted him.
"Was he a hoary-headed rascal ?" "He must have been," replied Angus, warmly--"Don't you see he must ?" Helmsley smiled.
"Well--not exactly!" he submitted, with a gentle air of deference--"I think--perhaps--he might deserve a little pity for having to be 'caught' as you say just for his money's sake." "Not a bit of it!" declared Reay--"Any old man who would marry a young girl like that condemns himself as a villain.

An out-an-out, golden-dusted villain!" "But _has_ he married her ?" asked Mary.
Angus was rather taken aback at this question,--and rubbed his forehead perplexedly.
"Well, no, he hasn't--not yet--not that I know of, and I've watched the papers carefully too.

Such a marriage couldn't take place without columns and columns of twaddle about it--all the dressmakers who made gowns for the bride would want a mention--and if they paid for it of course they'd get it.

No--it hasn't come off yet--but it will.