"You are aware, of course, that the capital is charged with the payment of a thousand per annum to your wife?"
"Yes; I will pay her the first year's income at once," said Carson, generously. "I suppose I can realize quickly?"
"Certainly, without difficulty; but I hope, Mr. Carson, you won't sell out. The money is admirably invested."
Before he could answer, Olive came out of the house in her travelling-dress. She looked pale, though composed. With a nod to the lawyer, Carson hurried forward and offered his arm. Having already said good-bye, Olive took it and stepped into the carriage. Then amid a shower of rice and shoes, amid smiles and congratulations, and the usual sprinkling of tears, they drove off.
Major Semberry chuckled complacently as the carriage disappeared.
"Thank God," he muttered.
From the terrace of Kingsholme Mallow watched them. He looked ill and haggard. "Heaven help her and me," he said, with a sigh.