He always had a good supply of such small change about him.
She smiled.
"And I too, certainly," she said, and with a nod rode on.
Yorke looked after her thoughtfully, and gnawed his mustache.
The last two days had been the happiest in his life. He had spent them with Leslie, had walked with her through the lanes and on the beach, and had driven her to Northcliffe, and every moment of the delicious time his love had increased; it had seemed to him that he had not really loved till now, and that his past existence had been a sheer waste; and he had been happy notwithstanding that he was still deceiving her, that she still thought him the Duke of Rothbury, and that he had come to town to break off with two women who loved him.
It is well to be off with the old love before you are on with the new, even when there is only one old love; but when there are two!
It had cost him a great deal to tear himself away from Leslie, even for a few days, but he had done so. And all the way up to town he had been hard at work forming most excellent resolutions.
He would reform, and reform altogether. He would sell his horse, send in his resignation to two or three of his most expensive clubs, would give up cards and betting, especially betting. He didn't see why he shouldn't do without a man-servant. Fleming, his valet, had been a faithful fellow, and suited him down to the ground; but, yes, Fleming must go.
And then—well, then he would go to Mr. Lisle and ask for that pearl of great price, his daughter,—and marry!