"For my sake!"
"Yes, for your sake; for your sake;" and she put his hand inside her arm, and almost pressed it to her bosom. "For your sake, certainly, George; you of whom we are so much bound to think."
"Then for my own sake I disdain any such solicitude. I know the world, at any rate, as well as either of you—"
"Ah! I am not sure of that," said Caroline.
"And I know well, that our joint income should be ample for the next four or five years. You will have to give up your horse—"
"I should think nothing of that, George; nothing."
"And that is all. How many thousand married couples are there, do you suppose, in London, who are now living on less than what our income will be?"
"Many thousands, doubtless. But very few, probably not one, so living happily, when the husband has been brought up in such a manner as has been Master George Bertram."
"Caroline, my belief is, that you know nothing about it. Some of your would-be-grand friends here in Littlebath have been frightening you on the score of income."
"I have no friend in Littlebath to whom I would condescend to speak on such a matter, except aunt Mary." Caroline's tone as she said this showed some slight offence; but not more than she had a right to show.