“Good,” replied Ursula. “That is only right. It would be foolish to pity him.”
“Secondly, nothing will result, I fear, from the judicial inquiry as regards either the attack on the house or the murder of the dog.”
“That, too, is natural. It was a drunken outburst. Still, somebody must have been the deliberate instigator, or the dog would not have lost his life. I am sorry they can’t find out who did that.”
“I think I know. That new clerk of Noks’s has some grudge against you. Would you like Monk’s murderer punished, Ursula?”
A responsive flame shot into her eyes. They met Theodore’s.
“Oh no,” she said, quickly. “No, no. Leave the man alone, Theodore.”
“Thirdly—the usual worries. The old refrain, ‘Money! money!’ Money wanted for the expenses of Gerard’s reception. Money wanted for the completion of the cottages. Money wanted for a new roof on the Red-dyke Farm. If only we had more money, Ursula, all would be well. As it is—”
She interrupted him. “There is money,” she said. “I am a rich woman, Theodore.”
He smiled an annoyed little smile. “Very funny,” he said, “if only—”