“Did she? Ah, well, I suppose she has found a purchaser for me at last.”
“How can you!” Gerald stamped his foot. “Who is it?”
“She did tell me his name, but I have forgotten it,” drawled Victoria. “I can tell you his income, though.”
Her cousin looked at her, half angry and half pleased.
“Thank Heaven, you don’t care for him! I believe I have your heart, after all.”
“My what?” asked Victoria, in a tone of surprised curiosity.
“Your heart, you hateful creature.”
“What childish words you use, Gerald! I couldn’t understand what you meant. No; I suppose I shall be bought complete, with all fittings, but I don’t fancy a heart is mentioned in the inventory.”
“Have you really promised to marry this man, Vick?”
His cousin put her head on one side and considered.