Diana at that moment thought not. She did not answer. Both were sitting before the wide fireplace, and Diana had not moved since Mr. Masters left them.
"What sort of a life do you expect you are going to have?"
"I don't know, mother."
"You, who might marry the richest man in town!—And live in plenty, and have just your own way, and everything you want! You are a fool I Do you know what it means to be a poor minister's wife?"
"I shall know, I suppose. That is, if Mr. Masters is poor. I don't know whether he is or not."
"He is of course! They all are."
"Well, mother. You have taught me how to keep house on a little."
"Yes, you and me; that's one thing. It's another thing when you have a shiftless man hanging round, and a dozen children or so, and expected to be civil to all the world. They always have a house full of children, and they are all shiftless."
"Who, mother?"
"Poor ministers."