“How much do you think he is worth?” asked Rachel, unabashed.
“I really don’t know. I have no notion whom you mean.”
Again the rippling laugh rang through the kitchen.
“Really, this is too funny. Own up: wasn’t Mr. Scarlett very lucky?”
“Oh! Mr. Scarlett? I believe he got some gold—he showed me some.”
“Surely, he had it weighed?”
“I suppose so—I thought there was something in the paper about it.”
“Was all that gold Mr. Scarlett’s?”
“Yes, about as much as would fill this saucepan. He poured it out on the dining-room table, and Captain Sartoris and my father stared at it till their eyes almost dropped out.”
“You lucky girl! They say he gave you the dandiest ring.”