"What is mine is yours.

Am I not tied to the strings of your kirtle by lasting bonds of infinite gratitude ?" "I will start to-morrow then.

By chaise to Dover and thence by coach," she said coldly, taking no heed of his irony.

"'Twere best you did not assume your romantic role again until after your own voyage to London.
You can give me some money I presume.

I can do nothing with an empty purse." "You shall have the whole contents of mine, gracious Editha," he said blandly, "some ten pounds in all, until the happy day when I can place half a million at your feet.".