At

11 o'clock that night somebody tapped lightly on Anthony Rockwall's door.

"Come

in," shouted Anthony, who was in a red dressing-gown, reading a book of

piratical adventures.

Somebody

was Aunt Ellen, looking like a grey-haired angel that had been left on earth by

mistake.

"They're

engaged, Anthony," she said, softly. "She has promised to marry our

Richard. On their way to the theatre there was a street blockade, and it was

two hours before their cab could get out of it.

"And

oh, brother Anthony, don't ever boast of the power of money again. A little

emblem of true love--a little ring that symbolised unending and unmercenary

affection--was the cause of our Richard finding his happiness. He dropped it in

the street, and got out to recover it. And before they could continue the

blockade occurred. He spoke to his love and won her there while the cab was hemmed

in. Money ...