"Then allow me to inform you," said Hamilton Beamish, triumphantly, "that George Finch is an exceedingly wealthy man. His uncle Thomas, whose entire fortune he inherited two years ago, was Finch, Finch, Finch, Butterfield and Finch, the well-known Corporation Law firm. George, my boy, let me congratulate you. All is well. Mrs. Waddington has withdrawn her objections."
Mrs. Waddington snorted, but it was the snort of a beaten woman, outgeneralled by a superior intelligence.
"But...."
"No." Hamilton Beamish raised his hand. "You cannot go back on what you said. You stated in distinct terms that, if George had money, you would consent to the marriage."
"And, anyway, I don't know what all the fuss is about," said Molly. "Because I am going to marry him, no matter what anybody says."
Mrs. Waddington capitulated.
"Very well! I am nobody, I see. What I say does not matter in the slightest."
"Mother!" said George reproachfully.
"Mother?" echoed Mrs. Waddington, starting violently.
"Now that everything is so happily settled, of course I regard you in that light."