"I have already done so. I asked her last evening."
"Oh-h-h!" said Miss Jerusha, drawing in her breath, and sending out the ejaculation in a perfect whistle of astonishment at the new light that dawned upon her. "I see now. That's what did it! Well, I never! And what did she say?"
"She said what I want you to say—yes."
"But, look here," said Miss Jerusha, to whom the news seemed a great deal too good to be true, "how about that there heiress, you know—hey?"
"What heiress?" said Richmond, with a smile.
"Why, you know—that one everybody said you were a-goin' to be married to—that one from the city."
"Don't know the lady at all—never had the pleasure of seeing her in my life, Miss Jerusha."
"Well, now, it seems to me there's suthin' wrong somewhere," said Miss Jerusha, doubtfully; "why, you told me yourself, Mr. Wildair, you were going to marry a heiress—'mensely rich, you said. I recommember your very words."
"And so I am; but Georgia was the heiress I meant—immensely rich in beauty, and a noble, generous heart."
"Humph! poor sort o' riches to get along in the world with," said Miss Jerusha, rather cynically. "If you meant Georgey all along, what made you let folks think it was to somebody else—that there young woman from the city?"