"I shall be very glad to take it, and thus relieve your mind of all care."
"Oh, it's no care at all."
"It must be, and besides—it must interfere with your turning your mind to serious thoughts."
"Oh, not at all. I can't give you the money. It is not for you."
"No; but it is for Matabel, and we are one."
"Oh, no; it's not for Matabel."
"The hundred and fifty pounds is not for Matabel? And yet you said it was intended to make up to her for something you did not exactly explain."
"No, it is not for Matabel. Matabel might have had it, I daresay, but my old woman said she was set against that."
"Then we are to be deprived of it by her folly?" The Broom-Squire flushed purple.
"Oh, no. It is all right. It is for the child."