He took the telegram from the boy, and opened it with firm fingers. He read it out aloud without a tremor:
Counsel met in judge's private room by appointment to-day. Have compromised with plaintiffs twenty thousand pounds.
Deane threw a coin to the boy, who remounted his bicycle and rode away. Then, turning to Winifred, "You see," he said, "you have brought me luck."
"I only pray," she murmured, as they turned together toward the tower, "that I may bring you happiness!"
Deane met Mrs. Hefferom a few months afterwards, and was struck at once by her altered expression. They came face to face at the corner of a street, and both involuntarily stopped.
"I hope," said Deane, politely, "that you are making good use of my money."
"And I hope," she answered, laughing, "that you are making more fortunes from my mine."
"I am doing fairly well, thank you," Deane admitted, "but you know that I have a wife to keep now."
"And I a husband," she answered. "I am trying to reform Stephen Hefferom."