"Really. He left her everything."
"So that if I do say 'yes'—"
"It will quite set me up."
"I see—and how much more responsible it makes one! But I'd rather myself give you the money."
"Oh!" Mamie coldly murmured.
"You mean I mayn't suspect your prices? Well, I daresay I don't! But I'd rather give you ten pounds."
"Oh!" Mamie repeated in a tone that sufficiently covered her prices. The question was in every way larger. "Do you never forgive?" she reproachfully inquired. The door opened however at the moment she spoke and Scott Homer presented himself.
CHAPTER IV
Scott Homer wore exactly, to his sister's eyes, the aspect he had worn the day before, and it also formed to her sense the great feature of his impartial greeting.
"How d'ye do, Mamie? How d'ye do, Lady Wantridge?"