“With the Rochesters?”
“Yes!”
Rachael frowned.
“You find it difficult to see her, then?” she remarked, thoughtfully.
“I can see her whenever I choose to,” he answered.
“You must marry her,” Rachael said. “The girl will serve your purpose as well as another. She is rich, and she is a fool.”
“She is not of age,” Saton said drily, “and Mr. Rochester is her guardian.”
“She will be of age very soon,” Rachael answered, “and the money is sure.”
“Do we need it?” he asked, a little impatiently. “We are making now far more than we can spend.”
“We need money all the time,” she answered. “At present, things prosper. Yet a change might come—a change in the laws, a campaign in the press—anything. Even the truth might leak out.”