"Yes, as our own child, Paula," he went on eagerly.
"Oh, yes," she repeated.
"You will have a regular allowance from the estate," continued her uncle.
"You will be your own mistress. That is—er—you will come and go as you please, of course. But I think it best that we—that is, your aunt—select such companions for you as—er—we deem advisable."
"To safeguard my morals, I presume?"
"No, no; just a—a social precaution. Perhaps it won't be necessary. I don't insist on it. It just occurred to me, that's all. Of course we shall be guided by your own desires, but as your uncle and guardian I reserve the right to decide what is best for your social welfare."
"What about my debts?"
"Your debts?"
He looked helplessly at Mr. Cooley. The big lawyer guffawed, and said promptly: