"Over a thousand a year. No one supposed him to have that amount. Of course you have—would have a right to the whole."
"Certainly not. You will keep your five hundred a year, and I shall keep mine: enough, and more than enough, for me."
A rap sounded at the door, and Daisy's voice cried:
"Aren't you both coming? We want you."
Nigel went to the door, and opened it.
"No, not yet," he said. "Pray leave us quiet."
Daisy fled.
And Nigel came back, to ask once more—
"Fulvia, what did you mean just now?"
"I meant what I said," Fulvia answered low: "that it will be better for us to be brother and sister again, as we used to be."