"Then I am quite sure that she and Mr. Gibson must understand each other."
"Of course," said Dorothy, sadly, "if he were to think of such a thing at all, it would only be because the money would be convenient."
"Not at all," said Priscilla, sternly,—with a sternness that was very comfortable to her listener. "Not at all. Why should not Mr. Gibson love you as well as any man ever loved any woman? You are nice-looking,"—Dorothy blushed beneath her hat even at her sister's praise,—"and good-tempered, and lovable in every way. And I think you are just fitted to make a good wife. And you must not suppose, Dolly, that because Mr. Gibson wouldn't perhaps have asked you without the money, that therefore he is mercenary. It so often happens that a gentleman can't marry unless the lady has some money!"
"But he hasn't asked me at all."
"I suppose he will, dear."
"I only know what Aunt Stanbury says."
"You may be sure that he will ask you."
"And what must I say, Priscilla?"
"What must you say? Nobody can tell you that, dear, but yourself. Do you like him?"
"I don't dislike him."