'How so?'
'Glory, dear! is it true that you have been left a small fortune?'
'Yes, it is true. It seems that there is money in various securities, the savings of Charles Pettican's life, and they bring in something like three hundred pounds a year. Sometimes it may be less, sometimes perhaps more.'
'And is this money absolutely your own?'
'Entirely.'
'You may do with it what you like?'
'Yes, altogether; even Elijah cannot touch it. I will give you all if you like, or as much as you like.'
'I would not touch it without you, Glory.'
She sighed.
'Oh, George, George! to think how happy we might have been!'