"No, not a penny, I am sure. But we can do without it, can we not, love?" he asked, fondly.
"But will you never regret that you chose me instead of Lady Adela and your aunt's fortune? Can you bear poverty for my sake?"
"I shall never regret anything, and for the rest I shall never know that I am poor. Having you, my darling, I shall always deem myself rich," he answered, fondly caressing her.
"And you will never be ashamed of me?" anxiously.
"Never, my darling."
"Nor of poor Aunt West, who is only the housekeeper at Lancaster Park?"
Then indeed he winced, but only for a moment, and he answered bravely:
"She belongs to you, Leonora, and she is, besides, a good and worthy woman. I shall not be ashamed of her, but she must not serve at the Park any more; she shall be raised to a position befitting the aunt of the future Lady Lancaster."
"She will leave the Park to-morrow. We are going to London for a week, then we sail for New York," said Leonora.