"Well, I wish she was married."
"You have nothing whatever to do with her."
It took him some time to realise that this was the fact.
"No," he confessed; "but what do you think about it?"
"There is no telling. We are such simpletons! If a man will keep on long enough—But if it isn't Mr. Morton, it will be some one else—some young person."
Colville rose and went round the breakfast table to her. "I hope so," he said. "I have married a young person, and it would only be fair."
This magnanimity was irresistible.
THE END.