"And what's the future in it, Roy?" Now that the black dread was laid, she could almost like him.
"The present is extremely profitable," he said, drily, "and I suppose there might be--well, say a marriage in it, some day--"
"A rich widow?" Harriet suggested, simply.
"Or a little girl with a fortune, like this little Carter girl," he added, lightly.
Harriet gave him a swift look.
"Don't talk nonsense! Nina's only a child!"
"She's almost eighteen, isn't she?"
The girl walked swiftly on for a full minute.
"How do you happen to know that?"
"Is it a secret?"