"I think you ought to be very glad of it. I am. Dolly, the St. Legers are very well off; he is rich, and his father is rich; and there is that beautiful place, and position, and everything you could desire."
"Position!" Dolly repeated. "Mother, I think I make my own position. At any rate, I like it better than his."
"O Dolly! the St. Legers"——
"They are not anything particular, mother. Rich bankers; that is all."
"And isn't that enough?"
"Well, no," said Dolly, laughing. "It would take a good deal more to tempt me away from you and father."
"But, child, you've got to go. And Mr. St. Leger is as fond of you as ever he can be."
"He will not break his heart, mother. He is not that sort. Don't think it."
"I don't care if he did!" said Mrs. Copley, half crying. "It is not him I am thinking of; it is you."
"Thank you, mother," said Dolly, putting her arms round her mother's neck and kissing her repeatedly. "But I am not going to leave you for any such person. And I don't think so much of money as you do."