“When poverty comes in at the door, what is it love’s habit to do?”
“Such love as ours waxes greater.”
“And—and your mother. What will she say?”
“I’m going to write to her to-night—now.”
“Has your mother much respect for my judgment?”
“You know she has.”
“Well, then, tell her from me that you’ve just done a most sensible thing; that your bride’s an angel, yourself a trump, and each of you to be envied above all man and woman kind.”