"Melinda thinks better of her than what I do. She didn't before the match, but now, womanlike, she's all for it."
"That's to the good then. They talk of late autumn."
"Have you asked your girl where she thinks to live?"
"We haven't raised that yet."
"I did, and she put me off. There's things hidden. What are you going to give her?"
"Five hundred pound, Enoch."
"Don't, Ben. Keep it against their future. That's a hugeous lot of money and Lord knows what she'd do with it. I hope you haven't told her no such thing."
"My only daughter must have a good start. It's none too much; she knows about it."
Mr. Withycombe considered.
"Then I'll tell you what she's doing, Ben. She's marrying for money! Yes, she is. Not Jerry's, because he won't have a penny till I die, and then he can only have one-third of the lot, which ain't much. But Jane's marrying for your money, and I'll lay my life that she's going to spend it, thinking that there'll be plenty more where that comes from."