"Oh yes, a License, and a Certificate, and a Crown Stamp that cost a Guinea; and a Ring—"
"That cost Two-pence! All of a Piece with the Rest. I never knew such a Jumble in all my Life! Never!"
"It was great Folly—"
"You know, Prue, what Mr. Fenwick told us Folly is synonymous with in Scripture—Sin. 'The Foolishness of Fools is Folly'—He told us that was the same as 'the Foolishness of Fools is Sin.'"
"Oh, Patty, don't trample upon me, now I'm down. I've vexed enough about it, already. That is, I've vexed about what you, and Mother, and Father, would think of it; for I must say, I'm glad to be secure of Tom against he next comes Home—"
"You might have been secure of him already; if his Love was worth Anything, which I can readily believe it to be. You might have trusted him."
"I might; and he me. It was only the Folly of a Moment."
"Ah, Prue, how often has the Folly of a Moment been the Ruin of a Life! This Man was a Clergyman, I suppose?"
"Oh yes, no doubt of that. He was a Reverend Mr. Sympson, of some College, Cambridge, and late Chaplain of the Earl of Rothes. So he said."