Her smile was irritating. "Oh, I know you are not mercenary. But a million or two won't come amiss in any girl's future—and two country houses, and a house in town."
"You seem to know all about it."
"The General talks a lot—and anyhow, all the world knows it. It's no secret."
"I rather think that Jean doesn't know it. I haven't told her. She realizes that he is rich, but it doesn't seem to have made much impression on her."
"Most people will think she is lucky to have caught him."
"He is not a fish," with rising anger, "and as for Jean, she'd marry him if he hadn't a penny, and you know it, Hilda."
Hilda considered that for a moment. Then she said, "Is it his money or his father's?"
"Belongs to the old man. Derry's mother had nothing but an irreproachable family tree."
Hilda's long hands were clasped on the desk, her eyes were upon them. "If he shouldn't like his son's marriage, he might make things uncomfortable."
"Why shouldn't he like my Jean?"