"Well, I think I can tell—If I can't, I've made a tremendous Blunder, after a great Deal of Self-Examination. What do you think of my having been presented to the Living of St. Margery-under-the-Wall?"
"You don't say so?" exclaimed I, clasping my Hands with delight—"Oh, that is joyful!"
"Four Hundred a Year, clear," said he, "that's a good Income, is not it?"
"It's Wealth!" said I. "And no more than you deserve, Mr. Fenwick!"
"I knew this was how you would feel," said he, kissing my Hand. "What makes you cloud over, Patty?"
"I was only thinking, Sir—"
"What? Come, say it out...."
"That this would remove you from us farther than ever—"
"Oh no! A Quarter of a Mile nearer!"