Robert's face took a very conscious look. "Time enough for that, sir."
"If you and Mary Lynn can both think so."
"You—don't—object to her, do you, sir?" came the deprecating question.
"No, indeed I don't object to her: except on one score," replied Mr. Dalrymple. "That she is too good for you."
Robert laughed. "I told her that myself, and asked her to give me up. It was the night of the accident, when I was so truly miserable."
"Well, Robert, you could not have chosen a better girl than Mary Lynn. She will have money——"
"I'm sure I've not thought whether she will or not," interrupted Robert, quite indignantly.
"Of course not; I should be surprised if you had," said Mr. Dalrymple, in the satirical tone his son disliked. "Commonplace ways and means, pounds, shillings and pence, are beneath the exalted consideration of young Mr. Dalrymple. I should not wonder but you would set up to live upon air tomorrow, if you had nothing else to live upon."
"Well, father, you know what I meant—that I am not mercenary."
"I should be sorry if you were. But when we contemplate the prospect of a separate household, it is sometimes necessary to consider how its bread-and-cheese will be provided."