"A thing's worth what you can get for it."
"For value received. Not for charity, with however glossy a sugar-coating. If Miss Wayne—Cecily—"
"Little Miss Grouch," corrected the girl with the smile of a particularly pleased angel.
"If Little Miss Grouch marries me, she will have to marry me on what I'm honestly worth."
"I'm content," said Little Miss Grouch.
"So am I," said Mr. Wayne heartily. "You've come through, my boy." He set a friendly hand on the Tyro's shoulder. "As for Remsen Van Dam," he added, scratching his head ruefully, "I might have known that Cecily's pick would be better than mine. Look here, children," he added briskly, "let's get this thing over and done with away from the American papers. Enderby, how do Americans get married in England?"
"Give me five dol—I mean five hundred dollars," responded the Judge promptly.
"What for?"
"Advice."