“Is it right to make herself and me unhappy?”
“But her mother and the rest. They are in trouble; it would seem like forsaking them.”
“It need not. They might stay with her.”
“I think, perhaps—I don’t think—” Graeme hesitated, and then said hurriedly,—
“Are you rich, Mr Greenleaf?” He laughed.
“I believe you are one of those who do not compute riches by the number of dollars one possesses. So I think, to you I may safely answer, yes. I have contentment with little, and on such wealth one pays no taxes.”
“Yes; but—I think,—oh, I can’t say what I think; but I’m sure Celestia is right. I am quite sure of that.”
Mr Greenleaf did not look displeased, though Graeme feared he might, at her bold speech.
“I don’t believe I had better take you to see her to-morrow. You will encourage her to hold out against me.”
“Not against you. She would never do that. And, besides, it would make no difference. Celestia is wise and strong, and will do what she believes to be right.”