"And when do you expect to be married?" he had inquired, squinting at his grandson in a somewhat dubious manner.
"Within the year, I hope," said Braden. "Of course, I shall have to get a bit of a start before we can think of getting married."
"A bit of a start, eh? Expect to get enough of a practice in a year to keep Anne going, do you?"
"We shall live very economically."
"Is that your idea or hers?"
"She knows that I have but little more than two thousand a year, but, of course, it won't take much of a practice to add something to that, you know."
"Besides, you can always depend upon me to help you out, Braden,—that is, within reason," said the other, watching him narrowly out of his shrewd old eyes.
Braden flushed. "You have done more than enough for me already, grandfather. I can't take anything more, you see. I'm going to fight my own way now, sir."
"I see," said Mr. Thorpe. "That's the way to talk, my boy. And what does Anne say to that?"
"She thinks just as I do about it. Oh, she's the right sort, granddaddy, so you needn't worry about us, once we are married."