"I haven't the least idea," said Nick.
Mr. Carteret considered. "I see. It doesn't concern you. It needn't concern you," he added in a moment.
Nick thought of his mother at this, but he returned: "I daresay she can do what she likes with her money."
"So can I, my dear young friend," said Mr. Carteret.
Nick tried not to look conscious, for he felt a significance in the old man's face. He turned his own everywhere but toward it, thinking again of his mother. "That must be very pleasant, if one has any."
"I wish you had a little more."
"I don't particularly care," said Nick.
"Your marriage will assist you; you can't help that," Mr. Carteret declared. "But I should like you to be under obligations not quite so heavy."
"Oh I'm so obliged to her for caring for me——!"
"That the rest doesn't count? Certainly it's nice of her to like you. But why shouldn't she? Other people do."