"I don't fear it."
"Have you any more to say?"
"Nothing, except to warn you against that designing boy."
"You are very kind, Louisa, but I am not quite a simpleton. I have seen something of the world, and I don't think I am easily taken in."
Mrs. Tracy left the room, not very well satisfied. She really thought Luke had designs upon the old lady's money, and was averse even to his receiving a legacy, since it would take so much from Harold and herself.
"Harold, when I entered your aunt's room, what do you think I saw?"
This she said to Harold, who was waiting below.
"I don't know."
"Aunt Eliza was giving money to that boy."
"Do you know how much?"