"Perfectly."
"Then," she said decisively, seeking to provoke from him his true feelings, "since you won't trust me to pay, we'll be married and, as soon as you get your half, you'll arrange for a divorce."
"I regret," he said politely but with a ring of vexation, "that is not possible. In coming into possession of Fargus's estate you must give bonds for the principal until another seven years have elapsed. There also you will need my assistance."
"Then in heaven's name what do I get!" she cried, rising.
"Humph, you get the income," he said with a shrug, "which is tolerable—quite enough."
"Well, what?"
"Well," he drawled, looking askance at her, "somewhere around $50,000."
"A year?" she said faintly.
"Yes. The property must have bettered considerable—ought to fetch close on to a million now."