"My dearest, I am in no trouble"--he kissed her hand--"but I am your trustee, you know and it is no sinecure to have the management of two millions."
"It's too much money," she said. "Let us dispose of some of it, then you need not be worried. Can I do what I like with it?"
"Most of it--there are certain legacies, will tell you about them later."
"I am afraid the estate will be troublesome to us, Alan. It's strange we should have so much money when we don't care about it. Now, there is Dr. Warrender, working his life out for that silly extravagant wife of his!"
"He is very much in love with her, nevertheless."
"I suppose that's why he works so hard. But she's a horrid woman, and cares not a snap of her fingers for him--not to speak of love! Love! why, she doesn't know the meaning of the word. We do!" And, bending over, Sophy kissed him.
Then promptly there came from Miss Parsh the reminder that it was time for tea.
"Very well, Vicky, I dare say Alan would like you to give him a cup," replied Sophy.
"Frivolous as ever, Sophia! I give up a hope of forming your character--now!"
"Alan is doing that," replied the girl.