"I've only got a funeral suit," said he. "But I'd buy me some togs if Emanuel 'ud tak' this place off my hands at what I gave."
"Would you give me a wedding-present?"
"I'd give thee some advice. It's what thou'rt most in need of."
His tone was gloomy and resigned.
She slipped round the table and sat on the arm of his chair.
"You are a horrid old thing," she told him—not for the first time. "I am in need of advice. And there's no one can give it me but you."
"Nay, nay!" he recoiled. "There's Sarah Swetnam. You're as thick as thieves."
"She's the very last person I can go to," said Helen.
"And why?"
"Why! Because Andrew is engaged to her sister, of course. That's the awful part of it."