“Just so.”
“While I win the lass, and, living here in Flanders, am tolerably safe from any blood-feud of the Gospatricks.”
“Just so.”
“Perfect: but there is only one small hindrance to the plan; and that is—that I am married already.”
Gilbert stopped short, and swore a great oath.
“But,” he said, after a while, “does that matter so much after all?”
“Very little, indeed, as all the world knows, if one has money enough, and power enough.”
“And you have both,” they say.
“But, still more unhappily, my money is my wife’s.”
“Peste!”