And he again muttered the Quaker's advice, "Doan't thou marry for munny, but goa where munny is!" It may be said, however, that no man ever writes such a letter, and then omits to send it.

He walked out of the Temple with it in his hand, and dropped it into a pillar letter-box just outside the gate.

As the envelope slipped through his fingers, he felt that he had now bound himself to his fate..