“I will raise some now, and pay it back then.”

“Oh ay! — And why this desperate hurry? She's a child of eighteen, and you're a boy of twenty. You're neither of you of age to do as you like yet.”

Will Brangwen ducked his head and looked at his uncle with swift, mistrustful eyes, like a caged hawk.

“What does it matter how old she is, and how old I am?” he said. “What's the difference between me now and when I'm thirty?”

“A big difference, let us hope.”

“But you have no experience — you have no experience, and no money. Why do you want to marry, without experience or money?” asked the aunt.