Gratitude, for the moment, quite overcame her.
She sat down and wrote a letter of thanks, so worded that the recipient was beside himself for a whole day.

He in turn wrote a letter of three full sheets, wherein, among other lyrical extravagances, he expressed a wish that by dying a death of slow torture he could endow Miss Sparkes with fabulous wealth.

How gladly would he perish, knowing that she would come to lay artificial flowers upon his grave, and to the end of her life see that the letters on his tombstone were kept legible.
So Polly made a handsome appearance at the wedding.

As a matter of fact, she came near to exciting unpleasantness between bride and bridegroom, so indiscreet was Mr.Nibby in his spoken and silent admiration.

After consuming a great deal of indifferent champagne at Mr.Nibby's lodgings the blissful couple departed to spend a week at Bournemouth, and Polly returned to the room in Shaftesbury Avenue, which henceforth she would occupy alone.