"What then?" he answered. "We should still have enough for comfort. You possess some income that is indisputably your own; and I dare say I could match it, in one way or another."
"By your newspaper work?"
"By that or other things. I have given up the newspapers for the present: am not sure that I shall take to them again. Be at rest, my dear, and trust to me. We shall be able to keep up a modest home, and a cow, and a pony-carriage. What more can we want?"
"You are laughing at me, Edward."
"No, indeed. I only wish you not to be troubled about this property. It may be yours, or it may not be."
"I fancy you think it is not mine?"
"I fancy that if everybody possessed their legal rights, it would turn out to be at this moment Mr. Denison's. But we have yet no proof of that, and it may be that I am mistaken."
"The shortest way would be to give it up to him at once."
"My dear, Mr. Denison would not take it; he is one of the last men in the world to do so."
"Do you know Mr. Denison?"