"It isn't any of my doing. I'm on the square with you."
"I don't know so much about that."
"What have I done? Didn't I send her to the girl's uncle, and didn't she get from him a very liberal promise?"
"Promises! Why didn't he stump up the rhino? What's the good of promises? There's as much to do about a beggarly five hundred pounds as though it were fifty thousand pounds. Inquiries!" Of course he knew very well what that meant. "It's a most ungentlemanlike thing for one gentleman to take upon himself to make inquiries about another. He is not the girl's father. What right has he to make inquiries?"
"I didn't put it into his head," said Carroll, almost sobbing.
"He must be a low-bred, pettifogging lawyer."
"He is a lawyer," said Carroll, on whose mind the memory of the great benefit he had received had made some impression. "I have admitted that."
"Pshaw!"
"But I don't think he's pettifogging; not Mr. Grey. Four hundred pounds down, with fifty pounds for dress, and the same, or most the same, to all the girls, isn't pettifogging. If you ever comes to have a family, Juniper—"
"I ain't in the way."