3, and after that "Triplet on Kew," she would have instantly pronounced in favor of "Eden"; but if _we_ had read her "Milton," and Mr.Vane had read her "Triplet," she would have as unhesitatingly preferred "Kew" to "Paradise." She was a true daughter of Eve; the lady, who, when an angel was telling her and her husband the truths of heaven in heaven's own music, slipped away into the kitchen, because she preferred hearing the story at second-hand, encumbered with digressions, and in mortal but marital accents.
When her mother, who guarded Mabel like a dragon, told her Mr.Vane was not rich enough, and she really must not give him so many opportunities, Mabel cried and embraced the dragon, and said, "Oh, mother!" The dragon, finding her ferocity dissolving, tried to shake her off, but the goose would cry and embrace the dragon till it melted.
By and by Mr.Vane's uncle died suddenly and left him the great Stoken Church estate, and a trunk full of Jacobuses and Queen Anne's guineas--his own hoard and his father's--then the dragon spake comfortably and said: "My child, he is now the richest man in Shropshire.

He will not think of you now; so steel your heart." Then Mabel, contrary to all expectations, did not cry; but, with flushing cheek, pledged her life upon Ernest's love and honor: and Ernest, as soon as the funeral, etc., left him free, galloped to Mabel, to talk of our good fortune.

The dragon had done him injustice; that was not his weak point.

So they were married! and they were very, very happy.

But, one month after, the dragon died, and that was their first grief; but they bore it together.
And Vane was not like the other Shropshire squires.