"Is he, mamma?"
"He will marry on anything or nothing. And if you speak to him he tells you of how the young ravens were fed. But he always forgets that he's not a young raven himself."
"Now you're only joking, mamma."
"Indeed I'm quite in earnest. But I think your papa means to make up an income for you,—only you must not expect to be rich."
"I do not want to be rich. I never did."
"I suppose you will live in London, and then you can come down here when the courts are up. I do hope he won't ever want to take a situation in the colonies."
"Who, Felix? Why should he go to the colonies?"
"They always do,—the clever young barristers who marry before they have made their way. That would be very dreadful. I really think it would kill me."
"Oh! mamma, he sha'n't go to any colony."
"To be sure there are the county courts now, and they are better. I suppose you wouldn't like to live at Leeds or Merthyr-Tydvil?"