"You need not tell her," said Craven, hastily. "What good will it do?"
"It won't do you any good, but it may benefit her and me."
"How can it benefit 'her and me?' How can it benefit either of you, if I am found out, and obliged to flee from this place into penury?"
"Why, not exactly in that way. In fact, I may feel disposed to let you alone, if you'll come down handsomely. The fact is, Craven, my circumstances are not over prosperous, and of course I don't forget that I have a rich brother-in-law."
"You call me rich. You are mistaken. I get a living, but the money is my wife's."
"If it is hers, you can easily get possession of it."
"Only one-third of it belongs to her. Two-thirds belong to that boy you met—my step-son."
"Suppose he dies?"
"It goes to my wife."