“Ay, young men are willful.”
“Come, come, don't you go back. You are my friend and counselor.”
“That is something,” said Jael, in a low voice; and her hands trembled at her side.
“Why, my dear girl, what's the matter?”
“Hush! hush?”
CHAPTER VIII.
Grace came in, that moment, with a superb air. She settled herself on the sofa.
“Now, it is my turn, if you please. Pray, sir, do you think your life will be any safer for your insuring it? Insuring does not mean that you are not to be killed; but that, when you ARE, for your obstinacy, somebody else will get paid some money, to dance with over your grave.”
“I beg your pardon, Grace,” said Mr. Carden, entering with some printed papers in his hand. “That is not the only use of an insurance. He may want to marry, or to borrow a sum of money to begin business; and then a policy of insurance, with two or three premiums paid, smooths the difficulty. Everybody should make a will, and everybody should insure his life.”