“Then why must you go?” But she knew that opposition was useless.
“Nothing but our necessity is taking me from you.”
“Money!” with brave contempt. “We can live without that!”
“I'm afraid not, dear.”
“Why do you so dread the loss of fortune? There are other things I dread more to lose.”
“I swear I don't know; but there is something shameful in it to me,” he said.
“But why?”
“Well, for us it would mean that we had failed, Bush and I, in everything; that we hadn't the ability to even hold on to what father left us. No, no, dear, the family can't go to the dogs quite yet: It's true we have no children, and sometimes I have been almost thankful, but there's Bush's boy to carry on the name; he's got to have his chance in life. I only hope he'll turn out a shrewder hand than either his father or uncle!”
“There will be enough, there has always been enough.”
“That doesn't follow: We have about reached the point now where we'll feel the pinch. You mustn't think that anything short of a real need would take me from you; only that shall separate us, and the separation will be but brief; and then Bush and I will come back with a fortune—”