hese latter days seems to
me to be more abominable than all its other iniquities."

"But, Harry, we should have no income."

"Income is a word that I hate."

"Now you are getting on to your high horse, and you know I always go out
of the way when you begin to prance on that beast. As for me, I don't
want to leave papa's house where I'm sure of my bread and butter, till
I'm sure of it in another."

"You say that, Florence, on purpose to torment me."

"Dear Harry, do you think I want to torment you on your last night? The
truth is, I love you so well that I can afford to be patient for you."

"I hate patience, and always did. Patience is one of the worst vices I
know. It's almost as bad as humility. You'll tell me you're 'umble next.
If you'll only add that you're contented, you'll describe yourself as
one of the lowest of God's creatures."

"I don't know about being 'umble, but I am contented. Are not you
contented with me, sir?"

"No--because you're not in a hurry to be married."

"What a goose you are. Do you know I'm not sure that if you really love
a person, and are quite confident about him--as I am of you--that having
to look forward to being married is not the best part of it all. I
suppose you'll like to get my letters now, but I don't know that you'll
care for them much when we've been man and wife for ten years."

"But one can't live upon letters."

"I shall expect you to live upon mine, and to grow fat on them. There; I
heard papa's step on the stairs. He said you were to go to him. Good-by,
Harry--dearest Harry! What a blessed wind it was that blew you here."

"Stop a moment; about your getting to Clavering. I shall come for you on
Easter eve."

"Oh, no; why should you have so much trouble and expense?"

"I tell you I shall come for you--unless, indeed, you decline to travel
with me."

"It will be so nice! And then I shall be sure to have you with me the
first moment I see them. I shall think it very awful when I first meet
your father."

"He's the most good-natured man, I should say, in England."

"But he'll think me so plain. You did at first, you know. But he won't
be uncivil enough to tell me so, as you did. And Mary is to be married
in Easter week? Oh, dear, oh, dear; I shall be so shy among them all."

"You shy! I never saw you shy in my life. I don't suppose you were ever
really put out yet."

"But I must really put you out, because papa is waiting for you. Dear,
dear, dearest H