“That’s all,” he said.
Minna laughed and counted out the money. Gertrude and Mary and his mother looked at Serge in dismay.
“I don’t know,” said Serge. “If this place isn’t full of money, there’s no excuse for it.”
“It’s a queer place,” said Minna, “and not so much money in it as all that. What you’ve got would be wealth to most of father’s people.”
“Your father,” put in Mrs. Folyat, “said his place was among the poor. I’m sure he got what he wanted.”
Serge felt that she was fishing for his opinion. He gave it.
“I met a man,” he said, “who brought me to the door. He said my father was very good to the poor. He was a wretched devil who had just been let out of prison.”
“Sam Dimsdale. That’s his name.” Minna heaped Serge’s money up into little piles.
“How’s Frederic?” asked Serge.
“Frederic’s a solicitor,” replied Mrs. Folyat with a little show of pride.