"What do you mean?" she repeated. "My father may be so incensed that he won't give me anything."
Armitage smiled.
"We wouldn't take it if he did. We wouldn't need to. I have plenty of my own."
Grace was more and more mystified.
"Are you jesting?" she exclaimed.
"Not in the least. Didn't I tell you there had been a change for the better in my fortunes?"
"Yes, but——"
Taking fondly once more in his arms the girl he had won, he whispered:
"That's why I—that's why we—are going to England, dearest. My father, Sir William Armitage, died three weeks ago. I am heir to the title and estates."
"I always thought you were more than you seemed," she murmured. Looking up at him mischievously, she added: "So you deceived me— I marry a title, after all?"