“I thought she had nothing.”
“She must have thirty or forty thousand a year from her mother, at the least. You know Charlie never did anything in his life; he lived on his wife’s money, and Miss Brandon must have it all.”
Mrs. Wyndham did not appear surprised at the information; she hardly seemed to think it of any importance.
“I knew she had something,” she repeated; “but I am glad if you are right. But that does not make it any more feasible to marry her to Mr. Harrington.”
“I thought that starvation was your objection,” said Vancouver.
“Oh, no; not that only. Besides, he would not marry her.”
“He would be very foolish not to, if he had the chance,” remarked Vancouver.
“Perhaps he might not even have the chance–perhaps she would not marry him,” said Mrs. Wyndham, thoughtfully. “Besides, I do not think John Harrington ought to marry yet; he has other things to do.”
Mr. Vancouver seemed about to say something in answer, but he checked himself; possibly he did not speak because he saw some one enter the room at that moment, and was willing to leave the discussion of John Harrington to a future time.
In fact, the person who entered the room should have been the very last to hear the conversation that was taking place, for it was Miss Brandon herself, though Mr. Vancouver had not recognized her at once.