“Yes. You have married since then.”
“I married Mr. Swinton, the rector of St. Botolph’s.” 289
“Indeed, indeed. That is very interesting. And now you are living—?”
“At the rectory, on Riverside Drive.”
“Ah, yes.—And your father is well, I presume.”
“As well as can be expected,” answered Mrs. Swinton, tartly. “It is about money-matters I have come to you, Mr. Jevons. I want to know if it is possible by any means to raise the sum of seven thousand dollars.”
“That is not a large sum. There ought to be no difficulty.”
“You think so!” she cried, eagerly.
“Well, it depends. The income your mother left you—if it is not in any way mortgaged—should give ample security.”
“My mother left me no income.”