He looked at her quickly.
“But you do not know with whom?”
She had not guessed, but she knew now.
“I think so,” she said; “it is with the beautiful niece of Mr. Sabin! You have admirable taste.”
“Never mind about that,” he said; “let us come to my offer. I will give you a hundred a year for life, settle it upon you, if you will tell me everything.”
“A hundred a year,” she repeated. “Is that much money?”
“Well, it will cost more than two thousand pound,” he said; “still, I would like you to have it, and you shall if you will be quite frank with me.”
She hesitated.
“I should like,” she said, “to think it over till to-morrow morning; it will be better, for supposing I decide to accept, I shall know a good deal more of this than I know now.”