"There was nothing to forgive. It was an accident, and if any blame is due it is to that Jersey woman."
"Well, she is dead, and the woman who killed her is dead, so let them all rest in peace. But it was good of Ireland leaving me his money."
"I don't see who else he had to leave it to. And five thousand a year is not to be despised. Have you settled it all on Dorothy?"
"Every penny. Don't you approve?"
"Oh, yes, so long as Mrs. Ward doesn't get it."
"She's a reformed character. Why, the other day she told me that she considered Dorothy irreligious."
"Pah! New brooms. She'll soon grow weary of that pose. When the effect of poor Jenny Howard's death wears off she will be as gay and silly as before. Don't have her in this house, that's all."
"You can depend upon that, sir. But Dorothy will be here--Dorothy, whom I shall see to-morrow crowned with orange-blossoms, and----"
Derrington laughed, but not unkindly. "Well, well. Better orange-blossoms than yellow holly."
George nodded. "I hope never to see yellow holly again," he said, and Derrington agreed. So their conversation ended on the threshold of George's new life with that last reference to the old.