'I hope not. It is not high praise to say that I am not mercenary.
Who was thinking to bribe me? and to what?'
'Never mind,' said Mrs. Dallas hastily. 'Was not the house at
Kensington part of the property?'
'Certainly.'
'And has that come to you too?'
'Yes, of course; just as it stood. I was going to ask if you would not move in and take possession?'
'Take possession!—we?'
'Yes, mother; it is all ready. The old servants are there, and will take very passably good care of you. Mrs. Bunce can cook a chop, and boil an egg, and make a piece of toast; let me see, what else can she do? Everything that my old uncle liked, I know; beyond that, I cannot say how far her power extends. But I think she can make you comfortable.'
'My dear, aren't you going to let the house?'
'No, mother.'
'Why not? You cannot live in chambers and there too?'