It wasn't me he wanted so much as just to be married.

And, besides, I did come down on him rather hard." Mrs.Burton Henderson smiled a little reminiscently as if she still saw herself in the process of coming down on Peter and thought rather well of it.
"Well, anyway," her husband finished, "we could have managed with a legacy." "Yes, we do need money dreadfully, don't we, Bertie ?" she sighed.

"But I don't believe I had anything to do with it." That was all very well for Mrs.Burton Henderson, but Peter's sister Ellen had a different opinion.

"Peter," she had said the evening after Peter had sent his trunk out of the house and locked up his suitcase to keep her from putting anything more into it, "you're not thinking of _her_, are you?
You're not going to take that abroad with you." "No, Ellen, I haven't thought of her for a long time except to wish her happiness.

You mustn't let that worry you." "Just the same," said Ellen, "if anything happens to you over there--if you never come back to me, I shall never forgive her." "I shall come back.