"I was afraid you wanted me to marry a rich wife," he said, his satisfaction unbounded at the evident pleasure with which she received his news.
"I did, Paul, yes; but Grace has something."
"Not much I am afraid—but I have this appointment, mother, and we shall get on all right."
"I suppose it is not much; did she tell you what it was?"
"A few hundreds."
"A year. She has six or seven hundred a year."
"Oh!" said Paul, "I am glad, mother, of course. I am also glad I did not know anything about it."
"Would it have made a difference?"
"I cannot say," he answered.