Well, he met this in his way. “He has a million and a half sterling. I can’t make out what he does with it.”
She rose to it without a flutter. “Our child should have, then, something very handsome.”
“I agree, my dear; but you must manage it; you must consider it; you must send for Hardman. Only take care you don’t put him off; it may be a very good opening, you know. There’s a great deal to be done out there; I believe in all that,” Lord Canterville went on in the tone of a conscientious parent.
“There’s no doubt that he is a doctor—in some awful place,” his wife brooded.
“He may be a pedlar for all I care.”
“If they should go out I think Agatha might go with them,” her ladyship continued in the same tone, but a little disconnectedly.
“You may send them all out if you like. Goodbye!”
The pair embraced, but her hand detained him a moment. “Don’t you think he’s greatly in love?”
“Oh yes, he’s very bad—but he’s a sharp little beggar.”
“She certainly quite likes him,” Lady Canterville stated rather formally as they separated.