"I doubt if I can lead her to think of it in that light."
"I know what that means, Louisa. You want to get the whole of the old lady's property for yourself and that boy of yours. You always were selfish."
"No, Warner, though I think I am entitled to the larger part of aunt's money, I don't care to have you left out in the cold. I will do what I can to reconcile her to you."
"Come, that's fair and square. You're a trump, Louisa. You have not forgotten that I am your brother."
"No, I am not so selfish as you think. If I don't succeed in restoring you to Aunt Eliza's good graces, and she chooses to leave me all her property, I promise to take care of you and allow you a fair income."
"That's all right, but I would rather the old lady would provide for me herself."
"Do you doubt my word?"
"No, but your idea of what would be a fair income might differ from mine. How much do you think the old lady's worth?"
"Quarter of a million, I should think," replied Mrs. Tracy, guardedly.
"Yes, and considerably more, too."