"Oh, Harry, is not that rash of you? Younger brothers should always get money. You're the same as a younger brother, you know."
"My idea is to earn my own bread. It's not very aristocratic, but, after all, there are a great many more in the same boat with me."
"Of course you will earn your bread, but having a wife with money would not hinder that. A girl is not the worse because she can bring some help. However, I'm sure I hope you'll be happy."
"What I meant was that I think it best when the money comes from the husband."
"I'm sure I ought to agree with you, because we never had any." Then there was a pause. "I suppose you've heard about Lord Ongar," she said.
"I have heard that he is very ill."
"Very ill. I believe there was no hope when we heard last; but Julia never writes now."
"I'm sorry that it is so bad as that," said Harry, not well knowing what else to say.
"As regards Julia, I do not know whether it may not be for the best. It seems to be a cruel thing to say, but of course I cannot but think most of her. You have heard, perhaps, that they have not been happy?"
"Yes; I had heard that."