“No! I’m not sorry she came—at least, not now, since she’s here.—I’ll be sorry enough when she goes, however.”
“And you will let her go?”
Croyden nodded. “I must—it’s the only proper thing to do.”
“Proper for whom?”
“For both!”
“Would it not be better that she should decide what is proper for her?”
“Based on your peculiar notion of relative wealth between husband and wife—without regard to what she may think on the subject. In other words, have you any right to decline the risk, if she is willing to undertake it?”
“The risk is mine, not hers. She has the money. Her income, for three months, about equals my entire fortune.”
“Can’t you forget her fortune?”