“No doubt, but she will not. I am the only man she will marry.”
“Indeed! You forget her mother’s consent is necessary.”
“At present, yes, because she is under age—but afterwards”—
“Eunice Dengelton will obey me all her life,” said the lady furiously; “and I will never, never consent to her marriage with you, sir!”
“Why not?”
“Because I do not know who you are,” retorted Mrs. Dengelton tartly.
“I will satisfy you on that point before the marriage.”
“Then I do not know if you can support a wife.”
“If I can support a yacht, I can certainly support a wife,” said Crispin ironically; “but if you want me to be exact as to figures, my income is twelve thousand a year.”
“Twelve thousand a year!” gasped Mrs. Dengelton in amazement; “why, you are richer than Maurice!”