“Yes; it is to be. Nothing would turn her now.”
John Trevithick did not say, “And is this to be soon?” but he thought it, and set the idea aside.
“No,” he said to himself; “we must wait.” And soon after, calm, quiet and business-like, he went away to draw up the marriage settlements tightly on Claude’s behalf, and wandered whether he could ever manage to trace that missing cash.
He took out a pocket-book, and turned to a certain page covered with figures, and ran it down.
“Only a few of these notes have reached the bank. Well, some day I may come upon a clue in a way I least expect.
“Impossible, eh?” he said, with a smile of content. “Bless her sweet eyes! I won’t believe in the impossible now.”