You're not like a failure.

You don't even _look_ poor, Justin; there isn't a man in Edgewood to compare with you, or I should be washing his dishes and darning his stockings this minute.

And I am not a pauper! There'll be the rent of my little house and a carload of my furniture, so you can put the three-room idea out of your mind, and your firm will offer you a larger salary when you tell them you have a wife to take care of.

Oh, I see it all, and it is as easy and bright and happy as can be!" Justin put his arm around her and drew her close, with such a throb of gratitude for her belief and trust that it moved him almost to tears.
There was a long pause: then he said:-- "Now I shall call for you to-morrow morning after the last bell has stopped ringing, and we will walk up the aisle together and sit in the old Peabody pew.

We shall be a nine-days' wonder anyway, but this will be equal to an announcement, especially if you take my arm.