“And then she nearly spoilt it all by being as silly as you were. Whatever does it matter which of you has the money?”
“Nothing,” said Rosamund valiantly; “I see that plainly. Don’t you, Andrew?”
“I see nothing but you, Rosamund,” he said, and they turned and walked along the sea-wall, hand in hand, like two children.
“That’s all right,” said Stephen; “but, by Jove, I’ve had enough of playing Providence and managing other people’s affairs.”
“She was very sweet about it,” said Constance, walking on.
“Well she may be; she has her heart’s desire. But it was not easy. What a blessing she is so unbusiness-like! I couldn’t have done it but for you.”
“I am very glad to have been of some service,” said Constance demurely.
“I couldn’t have got on without you. I can’t get on without you ever again.”
“But that’s nonsense,” said Miss Grant.
“You won’t make me, Constance? There’s no confounded money to come between us.”
He caught at the hand that swung by her side.
“But you said you loved her, and that was why”
