Fulvia spoke in a tone of compunction, which yet was not soft—
"I don't want to worry you. After all, we can settle nothing yet. Sometimes I think I will go out as governess."
"Never!"
"Why not? I have some capabilities. What do you propose to do?"
"Let or sell the Grange as soon as possible. Go into a small house, and got rid of all superfluous furniture. Dismiss most of the servants. Retrench in every possible way."
"And land yourself in a brain fever, by way of saving expense."
Nigel was in no mood for light words.
"What will you do yourself?" asked Fulvia, having no response.
"The Bank."
"So I feared. But I thought you were expected to—what was it?—take shares, or invest money in the Bank, or some such thing, in order that you might in time become partner?"