"That's just it. Augusta sees it quite in the same light."
"Augusta was never tempted. You wouldn't have run away."
"It wasn't necessary, Sir Thomas, was it? There he is,—ready to marry her to-morrow. But, of course, he is a little anxious about the money."
"I dare say he is."
"I've been talking to him,—and the upshot is, that I have promised to speak to you. He isn't at all a bad fellow."
"He'd keep a house over his wife's head, you think?" Sir Thomas had been particularly irate that morning, and before the arrival of his son-in-law had sworn to himself that Traffick should go. Augusta might remain, if she pleased, for the occurrence; but the Honourable Septimus should no longer eat and drink as an inhabitant of his house.
"He'd do his duty by her as a man should do," said Traffick, determined to ignore the disagreeable subject.
"Very well. There she is."
"But of course he would like to hear something about money."
"Would he?"