“Mrs. Wyndham,” began Vancouver again after a pause, “I have an idea–do not laugh, it is a very good one, I am sure.”
“I am not laughing.”
“Why not marry Sibyl Brandon to John Harrington?”
Mrs. Wyndham stared for a moment.
“How perfectly ridiculous!” she cried at last.
“Why?”
“They would starve, to begin with.”
“I doubt it,” said Vancouver.
“Why, I am sure Mr. Harrington never had more than five thousand a year in his life. You could not marry on that, you know–possibly.”
“No; but Miss Brandon is very well off–rich, in fact.”