'Dear Lady Maulevrier, I am not afraid of ways and means. That is the last question which need trouble you. I told Lesbia when I offered myself to her nearly a year ago, that if she would trust me, if she would cleave to me, poverty should never touch her, sordid care should never come near her dwelling. But she could not believe me. She was like Thomas the twin. I could show her no palpable security for my promise--and she would not believe for the promise' sake. Mary trusted me; and Mary shall not regret her confidence.' 'Ah! it was different with Lesbia,' sighed Lady Maulevrier. 'I taught her to be ambitious. She had been schooled to set a high price upon herself. I know she cared for you--very much, even. But she could not face poverty; or, if you like, I will say that she could not face an obscure existence--sacrifice her ambition, a justifiable ambition in one so lovely, at the bidding of her first wooer. And then, again, she was told that if she married you, she would for ever forfeit my regard. You must not blame her for obeying me.' 'I do not blame her; for I have won the peerless pearl--the jewel above all price--a perfect woman. And now, dear Lady Maulevrier, give me but your consent, and I am off to York this afternoon, to interview the Archbishop, and get the special licence, which will allow me to wed my darling here by your couch to-morrow afternoon.' 'I have no objection to your getting the licence immediately; but you must let me write a cheque before you go. A special licence is expensive--I believe it costs fifty pounds.' 'If it cost a thousand I should not think it dear. But I have a notion that I shall be able to get the licence--cheap. You have made me wild with happiness.' 'But you must not refuse my cheque.' 'Indeed I must, Lady Maulevrier. I am not quite such a pauper as you think me.' 'But fifty pounds and the expenses of the journey; an outlay altogether unexpected on your part. I begin to fear that you are very reckless. A spendthrift shall never marry my granddaughter, with my consent.' 'I have never yet spent above half my income.' Lady Maulevrier looked at him in wonderment and perplexity. Had the young man gone suddenly out of his mind, overwhelmed by the greatness of his bliss? 'But I thought you were poor,' she faltered. 'It has pleased you to think so, dear Lady Maulevrier; but I have more than enough for all my wants, and I shall be able to provide a fitting home for my Mary, when you can spare her to preside over her own establishment.' 'Establishment' seemed rather a big word, but Lady Maulevrier supposed that in this case it meant a cook and housemaid, with perhaps later on a boy in buttons, to break windows and block the pantry sink with missing teaspoons.