With a weary sigh she rose and stared at herself in the mirror over the fireplace, frowning as she did so.
"Unless I can marry the Professor at once, I don't know what will happen to me," she mused gloomily.

"I have managed very well so far, but things are coming to a crisis.

These devils," she alluded to her creditors, "will not keep off much longer, and then the crash will come.

I shall have to leave Gartley as poor as when I came, and there will be nothing left but the old nightmare life of despair and horror.

I am getting older every day, and this is my last chance of getting married.