The old man crumpled up the bank-notes, and placed them in her hand, murmuring something which she could not hear. She bent down nearer to his lips.
“For Dick—for present use—to put himself straight.”
“I understand, grandfather.”
The miser made impatient signs to her, which the doctor interpreted to mean that he desired her to kneel by his bedside. She dropped down, and her face was close to his; she could feel his breath upon her cheek.
“I’m saying—good-bye—”
“Yes.”
“To my money.... All for you.... You’ll marry him?”
“Yes.”
“No mourning—no delays—no silly nonsense of that sort.”
“It shall be as you wish.”