“But, of course, all the children being young, she will have an allowance for their support,” finished Mr. Riley.
“Money,” thought Grace, “money again.”
Had any one put the question, however, to Miss Moffat, how people are in this world to live without money, she might have been slightly puzzled to tell them.
“If there is any way in which I can be of assistance to Mrs. Brady, I should regard it as a great kindness if you would let me know,” said Mr. Riley, when at length he rose to go.
In her friend’s name Grace thanked him, and then he went on,—
“You have warned me against this fever, Miss Moffat; but are you not running a terrible risk yourself in the matter?”
“No,” she answered; “I shall not take it.”
“How can you be certain of that?” he asked.
“I have a perfect conviction on the subject,” she said. “It is not intended I should have fever at present.”
“Are you a fatalist?” inquired Mr. Riley.