"Not at the expense of the others, I hope," he answered modestly.
"Oh, I was meaning you'd be well off as a family."
The smile subsided.
"Oh, I beg your pardon," said Andrew.
"But of course you'll get the bulk."
The smile mournfully returned.
"You have the position to keep up, and I thought it only fair to you," said Mr. Walkingshaw.
Andrew bent his head in solemn acknowledgment of the truth of this observation and the justice of the arrangement.
"There's just one little addendum I want to make. This unpleasant affair of Jean's has set me thinking, and supposing I'm taken, Andrew—just supposing—"