And then that pair went off together, fighting their own little battle on that head, as turtle-doves will sometimes do. They went off, and Bernard was left with Bell standing together over the ha-ha fence which divides the garden at the back of the house from the field.
"Bell," he said, "they seem very happy, don't they?"
"And they ought to be happy now, oughtn't they? Dear Lily! I hope he will be good to her. Do you know, Bernard, though he is your friend, I am very, very anxious about it. It is such a vast trust to put in a man when we do not quite know him."
"Yes, it is; but they'll do very well together. Lily will be happy enough."
"And he?"
"I suppose he'll be happy, too. He'll feel himself a little straightened as to income at first, but that will all come round."
"If he is not, she will be wretched."
"They will do very well. Lily must be prepared to make the money go as far as she can, that's all."
"Lily won't feel the want of money. It is not that. But if he lets her know that she has made him a poor man, then she will be unhappy. Is he extravagant, Bernard?"
But Bernard was anxious to discuss another subject, and therefore would not speak such words of wisdom as to Lily's engagement as might have been expected from him had he been in a different frame of mind.