"I'm sure I don't mind."
"But I do. I'm not going to have you waste your sweetness on the desert air," replied Errington vehemently, "but at present I don't see how it can be helped. I need a large sum of ready money, but won't get it, unless--unless Aunt Jelly dies."
"I don't think that probable," said Alizon lightly, "Miss Corbin looks strong enough to outlive Methusaleh."
"And I daresay she will, the tough old party, but if she does die I'm sure to come in for her money unless she leaves it to Eustace."
"Well, why shouldn't she?"
"Because in the first place she doesn't like him as much as she does me, and in the second he's got lots of money already, and no wife to support."
"Lucky man," observed Lady Errington mischievously.
"Lucky woman to have escaped him, you mean," retorted Guy sagely; "he's the most exacting man you ever met."
"I've never met him to speak to, but I do know him by sight."
"And that's quite enough. He's such a fastidious chap--an angel out of Heaven wouldn't satisfy him."