"They'll do nothing to help us, I'm sure."
"Then _don't_ be sure, because if you made a bet you'd lose. Take
my word, they'll be pleased to remember a cousin who is marrying a
millionaire."
"Good gracious!" gasped Annesley. "_Are_ you a millionaire?"
Her lover laughed. "Well, I don't want to boast to you, though I may
to your cousins, but if I'm not one of your conventional, stodgy
millionaires, I have a sort of Fortunatus purse which is never empty.
I can always pull out whatever I want. We'll let your people understand
without any bragging.
"I think Lady Annesley-Seton, _nee_ Miss Haverstall, whose father's purse
has flattened out like a pancake, will jump for joy when she hears what
you want her to do. But come along, let's have breakfast!"
Overwhelmed, Annesley walked beside him in silence to the almost deserted
restaurant where the latest breakfasters had finished and the earliest
lunchers had not begun.
So the mysterious Mr. Smith was rich. The news frightened rather
than pleased her. It seemed to throw a burden upon her shoulders which
she might not be able to carry with grace.
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