He completed his scheme the following day after a short interview with the useful Smith. By the afternoon Wiggett found that his exclusive information was common property, and all Thatcham was marvelling at the fortitude with which Mrs. Pullen was bearing the loss of her fortune. With a view of being out of the way when the denial was published, Mr. Miller, after loudly expressing in public his sympathy for Mrs. Pullen and his admiration of her qualities, drove over with some pigs to a neighbouring village, returning to Thatcham in the early evening. Then hurriedly putting his horse up he made his way to the carpenter's. The Tidgers were at home when he entered, and Mrs. Pullen flushed faintly as he shook hands. "I was coming in before," he said, impressively, "after what I heard this afternoon, but I had to drive over to Thorpe." "You 'eard it?" inquired the carpenter, in an incredulous voice. "Certainly," said the dealer, "and very sorry I was. Sorry for one thing, but glad for another." The carpenter opened his mouth and seemed about to speak. Then he checked himself suddenly and gazed with interest at the ingenuous dealer. "I'm glad," said Mr. Miller, slowly, as he nodded at a friend of Mrs. Tidger's who had just come in with a long face, "because now that Mrs. Pullen is poor, I can say to her what I couldn't say while she was rich." Again the astonished carpenter was about to speak, but the dealer hastily checked him with his hand. "One at a time," he said. "Mrs. Pullen, I was very sorry to hear this afternoon, for your sake, that you had lost all your money. What I wanted to say to you now, now that you are poor, was to ask you to be Mrs. Miller. What d'ye say?" Mrs. Pullen, touched at so much goodness, wept softly and said, "Yes." The triumphant Miller took out his handkerchief--the same that he had used the previous night, for he was not an extravagant man--and tenderly wiped her eyes. "Well, I'm blowed!" said the staring carpenter. "I've got a nice little 'ouse," continued the wily Mr. Miller. "It's a poor place, but nice, and we'll play draughts every evening. When shall it be?" "When you like," said Mrs. Pullen, in a faint voice. "I'll put the banns up to-morrow," said the dealer. Mrs. Tidger's lady friend giggled at so much haste, but Mrs. Tidger, who felt that she had misjudged him, was touched. "It does you credit, Mr. Miller," she said, warmly. "No, no," said the dealer; and then Mr. Tidger got up, and crossing the room, solemnly shook hands with him. "Money or no money, she'll make a good wife," he said. "I'm glad you're pleased," said the dealer, wondering at this cordiality. "I don't deny I thought you was after her money," continued the carpenter, solemnly. "My missus thought so, too." Mr. Miller shook his head, and said he thought they would have known him better. "Of course it is a great loss," said the carpenter. "Money is money."