"You are generous," Mrs. Osborn remarked. "Of course, it is obvious that her gratitude must count for much."
"I don't want her gratitude to count," Kit declared, and Osborn gave him a puzzled glance.
"There is something else that must be said. Grace has been indulged and knows nothing of self-denial. Frugality that you think proper and usual would be hardship to her. Can you give your wife the comforts and refinements she has had at home?"
Kit noted Mrs. Osborn's faint smile and wondered whether it hinted at ironical amusement, but he put a document on the table.
"You are entitled to ask and I have brought a short draught of the arrangements I am ready to make if I am fortunate enough to win your daughter."
Osborn picked up the paper and gave it to his wife. Then he looked at
Kit with surprise.
"This alters things; you are almost a rich man! If you wanted, you could buy a house like Tarnside."
"No," said Kit firmly; "it alters nothing and leaves me where I was. I'm satisfied with Ashness."
"Ah," said Osborn. "You mean you would sooner be a working farmer than a country gentleman? The preference is somewhat remarkable!"
"I know where I belong. The important thing is that if Miss Osborn marries me, she will be a farmer's wife."