'Like enough,' said her guardian shortly.
'So you see it all fits,' said Wych Hazel, studying her future fortunes in the fire.
'What fits?'
'My going to seek what I am sure to find.'
'That will ensure your missing what is coming to find you.'
'People in fairy tales never wait to see what will come, sir.'
'But, my dear, there is a difficulty in this case. Your fortune is made already.'
'Provokingly true, sir. But after all, Mr. Falkirk, I was not thinking of money.'
'A settlement, eh?' said Mr. Falkirk. 'My dear, when the prince is ready, the fairy will bring him.'
'Now, Mr. Falkirk,' said the girl, with her cheeks aglow, 'you know perfectly well I was not thinking of that.'