Submitting to Providence, she bent her head down; she was consoled.
"Do not lose time, Mr. Mortimer," she then said, respectfully, "it has to be."
Now a slender-built man, with rosy cheeks and red beard, entered the office; it was the bridegroom.
"Here is the amount required," said he, handing the banker a packet of bank-notes.
"Are the bank-notes legal tender in Algiers?" asked Clary.
Father-in-law and son-in-law looked upon her pitifully; they were Bank of England notes, which even a Greenlander would expect to have cashed on sight.
"Edwards," said the banker, vivaciously, "is Wharton in the ball-room?"
"Yes, father."
"Tell him to come here directly."
"Who is Wharton?" asked Clary.