'
'He shall have every sixpence of it,' murmured Mary.
'And Mr. Hammond, though he tells me he is better off than I supposed,
can have nothing to settle. So there will be nothing forfeited by a
marriage without settlements.'
Mary could not enter upon the question. It was even of less importance
than the wedding gown.
The gong sounded for luncheon.
'Steadman's dogcart is to take Mr. Hammond to the station at half-past
two,' said Lady Maulevrier, 'so you had better go and give him his
luncheon.'
Mary needed no second bidding. She flew downstairs, and met her lover in
the hall.
What a happy luncheon it was! Fraeulein 'mounched, and mounched, and
mounched,' like the sailor's wife eating chestnuts: but those two lovers
lunched upon moonshine, upon each other's little words and little looks,
upon their own ineffable bliss. They sat side by side, and helped each
other to the nicest thing's on the table, but neither could eat, and
they got considerably mixed in their way of eating, taking chutnee with
strawberry cream, and currant jelly with asparagus.
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