"I'd like to give it to you, Bet," he said, "ef I knew how I come by it. It were lying on the floor, and the clasps shone when I held up the candle. I must ask Mrs. Jobling, my landlady, if she knows who it belongs to. It ain't likely as she'd own such a bonny bit o' a thing;" he fingered the purse admiringly, and then thrust it into one of his deep pockets. "I'll give it to you if I can't find the owner, Bet," he said in conclusion. "I don't suppose you ever had anything so bonny." Bet, however, was far too impatient and excited to be interested in the most beautiful purse that was ever made. "Let it be now, Will," she said. "Most like it belongs to Mrs. Jobling--don't let's think of it now. Have you got the money in your pocket, Will, dear? And shall we go at once and find the parson?" A flush came up into Will's bronzed cheeks. "None so fast, sweetheart," he said. "What would you say to us going to be married and having never a ring to put on that finger o' yourn? I han't bought the ring yet--the wedding-ring, darling; but I ha' got money to buy it--ten pound; it does seem a sight of riches. Let's go down to Higgins' and change the notes, Bet. We can get the ring there." Bet did not object--she turned at once in the right direction, walking so fast that Will began to chaff her. "You take my breath away," he said. "You forget that I've got sea-legs, and ain't a match for the land folks when they go at that pace." "Oh, Will--if you could be in earnest!" said poor Bet. "I'm hurrying 'cause it's life or death to me. It gets late, and parson may be out--oh! a hundred things may happen--oh, if my heart didn't beat so hard!" "Well, here we are, dear," said Will, and the two turned into the small close marine store presided over by Higgins. That worthy came forward himself to meet the handsome couple who now stood at the other side of his grimy counter. "Evenin'," he said. "What may I serve you with? Why, if it ain't Scarlett! I didn't know you at first, lad, and that's a fact. Evening young woman! Courting, eh?" he whispered in an aside to Scarlett. "Oh, that's about done," said Will. "It's marrying we're after--could you fit this here young woman with a ring?" he added, and he took Bet's hand in his. A tray of wedding rings was placed on the counter--they were all second-hand, and some of them much the worse for wear. Will made his selection, choosing a fairly solid gold band. He slipped the ring into his pocket, smiled into Bet's anxious eyes, and taking out his bank-notes, spread them on the counter. "You'll oblige me with change for these, Mr. Higgins?" he said. "See, it's a nice tidy little lot of money, ain't it? But it comes in handy; for a feller ain't wed every day of the week." "It air a lot of money," said Higgins, in a contemplative tone. He took up the notes, and fingered them, feeling their texture and looking at the backs. "It _air_ a tidy lot of money," he repeated, and he looked keenly into Will's honest face.