“There!” said Amy, laughing. “I will call you love no more—what a mistake I made to be sure; now, pray go away, you will spoil my work. Sit down, and let us talk.”
Lord Verner complied at, once, and sat down close beside her.
“I ought not to be wasting time upon this,” said Amy; “but I really could not resist finishing it this morning. Let me see, what were we talking about. Oh, my brother. Well, as I observed, he is really making quite a position as a financier—quite. What a pity it is, he did not begin to reform before Mr. Tallant died.”
“That is a matter of opinion, my dear—ha, ha, ha!” said Lord Verner, laughing and chuckling quite merrily; “he would have had all the money then, perhaps—ha, ha!”
Amy turned round and looked his lordship full in the face, and saw at once that this was said in jest.
“Don’t you see, my love, you would have had no great fortune to give your husband—eh? don’t you see! How it might have influenced events—eh? Ha, ha!”
Lord Verner went red in the face at the bare idea of anything influencing his choice of Amy for a wife.
“And then you would not have proposed for me?” said Amy, smiling.
“No, no—capital idea, is it not?—splendid idea—ha, ha!”
“Then you only care about my money?” said Amy, with affected seriousness.