"You don't mean that a girl should refuse a rich man because she has no fortune of her own?"
"No; not quite that. But she ought to think whether she can be of use to him."
"Of course you will be of use, my dear;—of the greatest use in the world. That's his affair, and he is the best judge of what will be of use. You will love him, and other men will envy him, and that will be everything. Oh dear, I do so hope he will come soon."
"And I,—I almost hope he will not. I shall be so afraid to see him. The first meeting will be so awful. I shall not dare to look him in the face."
"But it is all settled."
"No;—not settled, Clary."
"Yes; it is settled. And now I will tell you what I mean when I say I do not begrudge him to you. That is—; I do not know whether you will care to be told."
"I care very much, Clary. I should be very unhappy if you did begrudge me anything."
"Of course you know that our Ralph Newton, as we call him, ought to have been the heir."
"Oh, yes."