“There can be no doubt of that; and I must, in conscience, remind you of the advantages a young man marrying my daughter would enjoy. She has an income of ten thousand dollars in her own right, left her by her mother; if she marries a husband I approve, she will come into almost twice as much more at my death.”
Mrs. Montgomery listened in great earnestness to this splendid financial statement; she had never heard thousands of dollars so familiarly talked about. She flushed a little with excitement. “Your daughter will be immensely rich,” she said softly.
“Precisely—that’s the bother of it.”
“And if Morris should marry her, he—he—” And she hesitated timidly.
“He would be master of all that money? By no means. He would be master of the ten thousand a year that she has from her mother; but I should leave every penny of my own fortune, earned in the laborious exercise of my profession, to public institutions.”
Mrs. Montgomery dropped her eyes at this, and sat for some time gazing at the straw matting which covered her floor.
“I suppose it seems to you,” said the Doctor, laughing, “that in so doing I should play your brother a very shabby trick.”
“Not at all. That is too much money to get possession of so easily, by marrying. I don’t think it would be right.”
“It’s right to get all one can. But in this case your brother wouldn’t be able. If Catherine marries without my consent, she doesn’t get a penny from my own pocket.”
“Is that certain?” asked Mrs. Montgomery, looking up.