“What was this for?”
“French is always useful, and he had the time.”
“Yes; I suppose he doesn’t do much law business.”
“He has a small income, and will have more, so that he is in a measure independent of his profession.”
“He will have more if my Edwin dies. I hope he is not counting upon that. If he does I shall hate him.”
“How can you do Basil such injustice? I was not alluding to that. I referred to his expectations from me.”
“That is different. In the course of nature he will survive you.”
“Yes, and by many years, I hope. I shall not forget Edwin either. There is something very winning about your son, Maria. Even if there were no ties of blood I think I should like him.”
Mrs. Harcourt smiled—a peculiar smile.
“You are very kind, uncle,” she said, “but Edwin is very well provided for. He has an income of ten thousand dollars.”