"Where would your pittance have gone then?"
"Half to you—half to Nigel."
"Pray let it stand so, uncle Arthur. If you change at all, leave all to Nigel."
Mr. Carden-Cox laughed.
"Why not? It comes to the same thing."
"Would, if you were married. Ceremony hasn't taken place yet!"
A chill shot through Fulvia at the implied suggestion.
"I would much rather that there should be no alteration," she repeated.
"And I would rather that there should be. I know what young men are—and girls too! No, no! You've lost enough already through the Brownings—through that scoun—Well, well, no need to say more. But I'll secure this to you, hard and fast. Don't mean to lose another day. Why, who knows?" demanded Mr. Carden-Cox, with a lively air. "Not one of us may be alive a week hence!"
"Your money will not do me much good in that case."