"Plainly, you asked him whether he could not send you a little money?"
"Yes."
"And that was his reply. I can judge what it was."
"Uncle, he had none to send. He is entirely dependent upon Mr. Seymour."
"Who is not liberal?"
"Yes, uncle."
"Who is not only not liberal, but unjust?"
"But that is not Kingsley's fault," pleaded Nansie.
"I am not so sure. Child, child, you and your husband are like the children in the wood, and you know their fate."
"I should be content," said Nansie, mournfully, for a moment overwhelmed--only for a moment; her mood changed instantly, and with indescribable tenderness she said: "But I want to live--to live!"