"Let the lawyers talk over these
things, not you and me--you may be sure mine will look after me!"
John Derringham felt the blood tingling in his ears. There was nothing
to take exception to in what she had said, but it hurt him awfully.
"Very well," he answered wearily, and closed his eyes for a moment. "If
you are satisfied, that is all that need be said. As things go on, and I
reach where I mean to get, I dare say to spend money to do the thing
beautifully will please you as much as it will gratify me. I will give
you what I can of the honors and glories--so shall we consider our
bargain equal?"
This was not lover-like, and Mrs. Cricklander knew it, but it was better
to have got it all over. She was well aware that the "honors and
glories" would compensate her for the outlay of her dollars, but her red
mouth shut with a snap as she registered a thought.
"When I come back it may amuse me to make him really in love with me."
Then, watching carefully, she saw that some cloud of jar and disillusion
had settled upon her _fiance's_ face. So with her masterly skill she
tried to banish it, talking intelligently upon the political situation
and his prospects.
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