"
"And it has failed you?" she answered. "I can't see that it
changes things. I expected to marry a pauper, as you call it. Do
you think this could make a difference?"
"But you don't understand, Peggy. I haven't a penny in the world."
"You hadn't a penny when I accepted you," she replied. "I am not
afraid. I believe in you. And if you love me I shall not give you
up."
"Dearest!" and the carriage was at the door before another word
was uttered. But Monty called to the coachman to drive just once
around the block.
"Good night, my darling," he said when they reached home. "Sleep
till eight o'clock if you like. There is nothing now in the way of
having the wedding at nine, instead of at seven. In fact, I have a
reason for wanting my whole fortune to come to me then. You will
be all that I have in the world, child, but I am the happiest man
alive."
In his room the strain was relaxed and Brewster faced the bitter
reality. Without undressing he threw himself upon the lounge and
wondered what the world held for him. It held Peggy at least, he
thought, and she was enough. But had he been fair to her? Was he
right in exacting a sacrifice? His tired brain whirled in the
effort to decide.
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