"I do. I'm very wishful to hear you speak out on the subject, Enoch. For myself, being a great believer that marriages are made in heaven and 'tis only our human weakness mars 'em on earth, I'm always willing to hope the best and trust true love. And true love they've gotten for each other I'm very sure indeed, though I wish they was nearer of an age." "What does Faith Bamsey say?" "It don't so much matter as to her. She's a right to her opinions, and seldom we differ, but in this affair, to be honest, we don't see eye to eye. In marriage, the woman be more practical than the man." "I'll tell you what she says, Ben. She don't like it. All her reasons I cannot tell: one I'm dead sure about. It's a come-down for her Jane to marry Jerry. I grant that. I've told Jerry so too." "Perfect love casteth out any such thought," said Mr. Bamsey. "It may cast it out, but it will come back. In some girls it wouldn't. In Jane it will. Jane's on powerful good terms with herself, as you'll grant. The toad knows she's a beauty, and she knows a lot else--a lot more than Jerry knows for that matter." "You don't like her," said Mr. Bamsey. "I do not; and she don't like me." Ben was silent. "She came up to tea Sunday, and I seed 'em side by side. She's sly and she's making Jerry sly. How the devil she's larned such an open sort of creature as Jerry to keep secrets I don't know. But secrets they've got. I dare say they'll be married. But I agree with Faith Bamsey that it won't come to overmuch good. I don't think Jane is a very likely pattern of wife." "She's young and there's bright points to her. She wasn't saucy nor anything like that I hope?" "Oh no--butter wouldn't melt in her mouth." "What does Melinda think about her?" "Melinda thinks better of her than what I do. She didn't before the match, but now, womanlike, she's all for it." "That's to the good then. They talk of late autumn." "Have you asked your girl where she thinks to live?" "We haven't raised that yet." "I did, and she put me off. There's things hidden. What are you going to give her?" "Five hundred pound, Enoch." "Don't, Ben. Keep it against their future. That's a hugeous lot of money and Lord knows what she'd do with it. I hope you haven't told her no such thing." "My only daughter must have a good start. It's none too much; she knows about it." Mr. Withycombe considered. "Then I'll tell you what she's doing, Ben. She's marrying for money! Yes, she is. Not Jerry's, because he won't have a penny till I die, and then he can only have one-third of the lot, which ain't much. But Jane's marrying for your money, and I'll lay my life that she's going to spend it, thinking that there'll be plenty more where that comes from." "You mustn't say such things. She knows the value of money better than most."