‘So be it. Next comes what you mean to say. Do you mean to say you are a woman of property?’
‘No.’
‘Then you married me on false pretences.’
‘If you were so dull a fortune-hunter that you deceived yourself, or if you were so greedy and grasping that you were over-willing to be deceived by appearances, is it my fault, you adventurer?’ the lady demands, with great asperity.
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‘I asked Veneering, and he told me you were rich.’
‘Veneering!’ with great contempt. ‘And what does Veneering know about me!’
‘Was he not your trustee?’
‘No. I have no trustee, but the one you saw on the day when you fraudulently married me. And his trust is not a very difficult one, for it is only an annuity of a hundred and fifteen pounds. I think there are some odd shillings or pence, if you are very particular.’