"No, and now you are going to tell him he is a pauper," said Susannah. "Now, when he is full of plans, of hopes—oh, Rose, Rose!"
A little silence fell; very strong was the perfume of the violets, very delicate too, insistent. Susannah spoke again.
"The lawyers must have warned you."
"I left their warnings behind me two years ago, when I first went to the Jews, my dear."
"Then—you are—in debt?"
She felt that he smiled.
"A good deal in debt."
"And my lady?"
"My lady has some money of her own, not much—the estate must go."
"Oh, Rose!" she gave a little gasp; "is there no way out—nothing to be done?"