"Silly, silly grannie, I think. I am a romantic old fool to waste money at my time of life in--"
"It won't be wasted. I shall pay you back."
"No. I shall give you five hundred pounds as a wedding-gift."
"Oh, I can't take that, Lady Sanby."
"Grannie, you foolish boy."
"Well, then, I can't take such a large sum, grannie."
"Don't talk nonsense," said Lady Sanby, going to her desk and producing a cheque-book. "Five hundred pounds won't go very far, seeing that Audrey has been accustomed to millions."
"She won't be accustomed to them any more," said the future bridegroom, in a gloomy tone. "Her father has disowned her."
"Never mind. You marry her, and we'll put matters right between us. There is your cheque." She handed him an oblong slip of paper.
"I really can't take so much."