“Dan told me he did not.”
“Dan fancies he is after her money. It would be a temptation to some people,—seven thousand pounds. Yet he seems to have plenty of his own.”
“If he did marry her he could not touch the money for three or four years to come.”
“Oh, couldn’t he, though,” answered Sam, taking me up. “He could touch it next day.”
“I thought she did not come into it till she was of age, and that Dr. Knox was trustee.”
“That’s only in case she does not marry. If she marries it goes to her at once. Here comes Aunt Jenkins!”
The old lady, as spruce as you please, in a satin gown, was shaking hands with Mrs. Knox. But she looked half silly: and, may I never be believed again, if she did not begin to nod directly she sat down.
“Do you hail from India? as the Americans phrase it,” I suddenly ask of Captain Collinson, when chance pinned us together in a corner of the supper-room, and he could not extricate himself.
“Hail from India!” he repeated. “Was I born there, I conclude you mean?”
“Yes.”