What Uncle George had really taken Amory apart for was, in the new turn events had taken, a delight crowning a delight. At any other time she would have had quite a number of interior comments to make on Mr. Massey's bashful communication; her attitude about such as have not the gift of continence was sometimes almost Pauline in its severity: but that morning all was a golden hurly-burly. Mr. Massey, in a corner of the double drawing-room that had been dusted, lisped, blushing, that he and her aunt had been talking matters over--that they had come to the conclusion that there seemed no sufficient reason why their marriage should not take place _earlier_ than July--and so in the circumstances.... Here Mr. Massey had hissed himself to a complete standstill. "There is really nothing to wait for," he went on presently, recovering a little. "I have taken the house on the Mall from the June quarter, and--and--I am sure you'll understand--at any rate I hope you will some day----" Amory, hardly hearing, said that she hoped so too. "So," Mr. Massey continued, "we had come to that decision, and now this happy circumstance has befallen--I think my bed will have been made; if you will come into my bedroom there is a little business we might discuss----" Mr. Massey's bed had not been made, but Mr. Massey modestly covered its disarray with the counterpane. Then placing a chair for Amory, he plunged into the little matter of business. An hour later Amory's pecuniary circumstances stood as follows:-- From her godmother she had long had her thirteen pounds a quarter, and now she had her ninety-five pounds. This sum Mr. Massey had begged, with many delicate preliminaries, to be allowed to bring up to the round figure again out of his own pocket--"simply as a slight present, Amory--please don't thank me--it is such a pleasure to be of assistance to those who know how to help themselves." And in view of the hastened marriage Mr. Massey had further to announce that of her aunt's tiny fortune a sum was to be earmarked sufficient to allow Amory the continuance of the pound or so a week that had been paid for her at Glenerne. That, Mr. Massey said, made a steady two pounds a week, plus the very nice little nest-egg of a hundred pounds. "And dear Geraldine and I fully expect to see you a Kauffman or a Butler or a Rosa Bonheur yet," he beamed in conclusion. Amory hoped that the event would prove them to be mistaken, but for the first time she kissed Uncle George. The educational bookseller wiped his glasses. Somehow or other Amory had the impression that even his engagement to Aunt Jerry had seemed to him to lack something without this sanction of her own.