"And, and—I'll tell you what I'll do. Caroline is to have six thousand pounds, isn't she?"
"Pray believe me, sir, that money has nothing whatever to do with this matter."
"Yes, six," continued Mr. Bertram; "four of her own, and two from me. Now I'll tell you what I'll do. Let me see. You have two hundred a year; that's settled on you. And you had a thousand pounds the other day. Is that all gone yet?"
"I am in no want of money, uncle; none whatever."
"No, not as a bachelor; but as a married man you would be. Now do tell me—how much of that thousand pounds did the colonel get out of you?"
"Dear uncle, do remember that he is my father."
"Well, well; two hundred a year, and two thousand pounds, and one, and Pritchett's account. I'll tell you what, George, I should like to see you comfortable; and if you and Caroline are married before next October, I'll give you—"
"I can't tell you how you pain me, sir."
"I'll give you— I wonder how much income you think you'll want?"
"None, sir; none. As our marriage is out of the question, we shall want no income. As I am, and am likely to remain unmarried, my present income is sufficient for me."