“Thank you, but it isn’t good enough.”
“What are you going to do then?”
“Never mind.”
Garstang looked up at him sharply, this time from outside the finger arch.
“Don’t provoke me, Harry Dasent, for your own sake. What are you going to do?”
“Get married.”
“Indeed? Well, that’s sensible. But are there not enough pauper children for the parish to keep?”
“Yes, but I am not going to marry a pauper. You have my money and will not disgorge it, so I must have somebody’s else.”
“Indeed! Then you are going to look out for a lady with money?”
“No. I have already found one.”