"Oh; I wish you hadn't told me."
"Come now;—that's kind. You don't mean to say it wasn't you that put me up to it. I've got to get my things ready."
"Of course, if you tell me that you are going on a journey, I will have your clothes got ready for you. When do you start?"
"Wednesday afternoon."
"For New York! We must get some things ready-made. Oh, Felix, how will it be if he does not forgive her?" He attempted to laugh. "When I spoke of such a thing as possible he had not sworn then that he would never give her a shilling."
"They always say that."
"You are going to risk it?"
"I am going to take your advice." This was dreadful to the poor mother. "There is money settled on her."
"Settled on whom?"
"On Marie;—money which he can't get back again."