When we return and set up house in London--say in a year--the whole affair will be forgotten." "But how can you bear to marry me, when you know that I come of such a bad stock ?" wept Lucy, a trifle more comforted.
"My dear, must I remind you again that you are no relation to Professor Braddock; you have not a drop of his wicked blood in your veins.

And even if you had, I should still marry you.

It is you I love, and you I marry, so there is no more to be said.

Come, darling, say that you will become my wife next week." "But the Professor ?" Archie smiled grimly.

He found it difficult to forgive Braddock for the disgrace he had brought on the girl.
"I don't think we'll ever be troubled again with the Professor," he said, after a pause.