"Is it true, as I hear, that she is to marry—" Mary Grey hesitated for a moment before her choking voice could pronounce his name—"Mr. Alden Lytton?"
"Yes, I believe so. Everybody says so."
"When?"
"As soon as he gets established in his profession, I suppose."
"Well, he is coming here on the first of the month to find an office and fit it up. And then he is going on to Philadelphia to select books for a law library."
"Ah, he is coming here and he is going on to Philadelphia. Yes, yes, yes, yes! That will do," murmured Mary Grey, to herself.
"What did you say?" inquired Craven Kyte.
"I said that it was a good plan; but it will take money," answered Mrs. Grey.
"Yes, that it will. And he has got it. That mysterious guardian of his has sent him ten thousand dollars to begin with."