"Yes, it's Alice, and you ought to be grateful to me, for she's going to have a fortune, too."
With some incoherency, for she was less self-contained than usual, Mrs. Neligage told him what had happened.
"See what it is to have a mother devoted to your interests," she concluded. "You'd never have brought Miss Wentstile to terms. You ought to adore me for this."
"I do," he answered, laughing, but kissing her with genuine affection. "I hope you'll be as happy as Alice and I shall be."
"I only live for my child," returned she in gay mockery. "For your sake I'm going to be respectable for the rest of my life. What sacrifices we parents do make for our children!"
Late that evening Jack was taking his somewhat extended adieus of Alice.
"After all, Jack," she said, "the whole thing has come out of the novel. We'll have a gorgeously bound copy of 'Love in a Cloud' always on the table to remind us – "
"To remind us," he finished, taking the words out of her mouth with a laugh, "that our love has got out of the clouds."