"What a perfect, Christian feeling!" exclaimed Mrs. Barrast; "and how odd that you shouldn't be angry! How much money have you lost?"
"None at all," said Miss Enistor rather impatiently; "but my aunt left Mr. Montrose five thousand a year."
"Oh, how dreadful! My dear, if I were in your shoes I should scratch his eyes out. Of course your father is rich——"
"My father is very poor. I only had this season in town because my aunt did leave him a little money."
"Your father is poor! That makes his conduct and yours the odder, if there is such a word. I think it's very unjust, a sister not leaving her money to a brother and keeping it in the family. My dear," added Mrs. Barrast impressively, "this wrong must be put right. You shall marry this young man, if he is nice and agreeable. Then the money will come back to you."
"Don't make such plans, Amy. I don't want to marry any one."
"My dear, that's quite immoral."
"Oh, nonsense! If you begin to be a match-maker I shall refuse to meet Mr. Montrose."
"Then you don't want me to ask him to dinner?"
"Ask him if you like: only don't expect me to fall into his arms."