“Why not,” said Fuller, as the girl sprang away from his chair in alarm. “I love Marie and she loves me. You must have seen that ages ago, Mr. Sorley.”
“I did, sir, but the position does not meet with my approval.”
“Who cares,” cried his niece defiantly. “I shan’t marry anyone but Alan.”
“You shall marry the man I select,” said Sorley sternly, “unless——”
“Unless what?” demanded Fuller coolly. He was perfectly sure that Marie would remain true to him, and therefore had no fear of her uncle.
“I shall explain that when we are alone.”
“Explain now,” said Miss Inderwick swiftly, “I have a right to know why you object to Alan becoming my husband.”
“He has no money and no position.”
“I shall make money and make a position,” said Alan calmly, “all in good time, Mr. Sorley, all in good time.”
“He will be Lord Chancellor one day,” said Marie boldly.