Still the words had rankled.
'Darling!--when I made you marry me--_did_ I do you an injury ?' he said suddenly, as they were walking again hand in hand along the high green path with the lake at their feet, and a vision of blue and rose before them, in the shadowed western mountains, the lower grounds steeped in fiery light, and the red reflections in the still water.
'What _do_ you mean ?' said Nelly, turning upon him a face of wonder.
'Well, that was what Bridget said to me, when I told her that you had accepted me.

But I was a great fool to tell you, darling! I'm sorry I did.

It was only--' '"Injury,"' repeated Nelly, not listening to him.

'Oh, yes, of course that was money.

Bridget says it's all nonsense talking about honour, or love, or that kind of thing.