"But even if he hasn't," said Pauline, springing up and kissing her, "that doesn't prevent your being my dear Miss Verney; and so, thank you seven times for every pound you were going to give me." "My dear child, it would be, as I believe I remarked, a pleasure. I have the greatest dread of long engagements. My own, you know, lasted five years; and at the end of the time a misunderstanding arose with my father, who being a sailor had a hasty temper. This very misunderstanding arose over money. I'm sure the person who invented money was a great curse to the world, and deserved to be pecked at by that uncomfortable eagle much more than that poor fellow Prometheus of whom I was reading in a mythology book that was given to me as a prize for spelling and which I came across last night in an old trunk. My father declared that William ... his name, I believe I've never told you his name, his name was William Bankes spelt with an E. Now, my own being Daisy after the ship which my father commanded at the moment when my poor mother ... when in fact I was born, my own name being Daisy, I was always a little doubtful as to whether people would laugh at the conjunction with Bankes, but being spelt with an E, I daresay it wouldn't have been uncomfortably remarked upon. My father said that William had deceived him about some money. Well, whatever it was, William broke off our engagement; and though all his presents were returned to him and all his letters, the miniature fell out of my hand when I was wrapping it up. I think I must have been a little upset at the moment, for I am not usually careless with any kind of ornament. And when I picked it up, it was so cracked that I could scarcely bring myself to return it, feeling in a way ashamed of my carelessness and also wishing to keep something of William's by me. I have often blamed myself for doing this, and no doubt if the incident had occurred now when I am older, I should have acted more properly. However, at the time I was only twenty-four: so possibly there was a little excuse for what I did." Miss Verney stopped and stared out of her window: all about the room the cats were purring in the sunbeams: Pauline had a dozen plans racing through her mind for finding William and bringing him back like Peter in Mrs. Gaskell's book. She was just half-way up the hill with fluttering heart, longing to see Miss Verney's joy at the return of her William ... when tea tinkled in and the dream vanished. When Pauline told Guy about Miss Verney's seven thousand pounds he was rather annoyed and said he was sorry that he and she were already an object of charity in Wychford. "Oh, Guy," she protested, "you mustn't take poor Miss Verney too seriously; but it was so sweet of her to want to set us up with an income." "Besides I _have_ got a hundred and fifty," said Guy. "Oh, Guy dear, don't look so cross. Please don't be cross and dreadfully in earnest about anything so stupid as money."