“Knowing I am not, sir.”
“The young lady may have money.”
“There’s the evil of it,” said Tom, impulsively. “If she had none, it would be all straight and smooth for us. I would very soon make a little home for her in London.”
“It is the first time I ever heard of money being an impediment to matrimony,” observed old Paul, taking the first sip at his wine.
“Not when the money is on the wrong side, sir.”
“Has she much?”
“I don’t know in the least. She will be sure to have some: she is an only child.”
“Then it is Mary Maceveril!” nodded the old man. “You look after her, Tom, my boy. She will have ten thousand pounds.”
“Miss Maceveril would not look at me, if I wanted her ever so. She is as proud as a peacock.”
“Tut, tut! Try. Try, boy. Why, what could she want? As my partner, you might be a match for even Miss Maceveril.”