'She may yet.

And I would rather give you a bit of a living to marry her--ay, I would, Thomasson--than be saddled with such a besom!' Mr.Thomasson cast a sickly glance at her ladyship.

The evening before, when the danger seemed imminent, she had named two thousand pounds and a living.

Tonight, the living.

To-morrow--what?
For the living had been promised all along and in any case.