"And would you like to nurse the sick mother?"
"I hate sick people. Let her hire a nurse."
"She may not be able to do that. I see no indications of wealth here. A carpetless sanded floor, and furniture old enough to have come out of the ark. One room which serves for drawing-room, dining-room and parlour. I dare say these poor people have enough to do to keep themselves."
"But Gilbert said that his father was rich."
"Pshaw! You see now Gilbert has exaggerated matters."
"But what are we to do? I can't and won't live here."
"Till your debts are paid, you must."
"Oh, dear, I wish I were single again," and Mrs. Gilbert began to cry.
"Sophy, when you were single you were never contented, always lamenting that you were not married. No one ever asked you to marry until I gave out that you would have a fortune."
"And what have I gained by that lie?"