Miss Peyton sighed at that and drooped a little upon her saddle. After a pause, she enumerated the "just impediments." She reminded him that neither of them had means to marry on.
He made light of that, he should soon have plenty; Mr. Charlton had as good as told him he was to have Bolton Hall and Grange: "Six hundred acres, Kate, besides the park and paddocks."
In his warmth he forgot that Catherine was to have been Mr. Charlton's heir. Catherine was too high-minded to bear Griffith any grudge; but she colored a little, and said she was averse to come to him a penniless bride.
"Why, what matters it which of us has the dross, so that there is enough for both?" said Griffith, with an air of astonishment.
Catherine smiled approbation, and tacitly yielded that point. But then she objected the difference in their faith.
"Oh, honest folk get to heaven by different roads," said Griffith, carelessly.
"I have been taught otherwise," replied Catherine, gravely.
"Then give me your hand and I'll give you my soul," said Griffith Gaunt, impetuously. "I'll go to heaven your way, if you can't go mine. Anything sooner than be parted in this world, or the next."
She looked at him in silence; and it was in a faint half apologetic tone she objected "that all her kinsfolk were set against it."
"It is not their business; it is ours," was the prompt reply.