"We can be happy now," said Olivia putting her arms round his neck, "for we are rich. We shall take again our proper place in the county."
"We are rich and we are happy," echoed the master of Royabay.
"Ha! ha! You have one hundred thousand pounds, Ainsleigh," said Tidman.
"I have something better."
"What's that?"
"My own dear wife, Olivia Ainsleigh."
The End