Violet flushed at this.
"Did you expect to obtain the sanction of my sister or her husband to—to our engagement?" she asked.
"I did not come expecting to gain anything that I wanted," Wallace returned, smiling, "for I had resolved not to take you at your word until I had assured myself that you fully understood all that it would involve; then, of course, I knew that the proper thing for me to do would be to ask their consent to our betrothal."
"And you intend to do this now?" Violet questioned.
"Certainly. You are not of age, are you, dear?"
"No; but, Wallace, they will never sanction it," Violet said, with burning cheeks, but thinking it best to prepare him for the worst at the outset.
"Because of my present poverty and humble position?" he question, gravely.
"Yes, and money is their idol," the young girl frankly answered.
"Then, Violet, I do not think it will be right for me to bind you by any promise to become my wife, until I have earned a position and a competence that will meet their approval and warrant me in asking for your hand."
Violet put him a little from her, and stood erect and proud before him.