“Ay; it ought to have been divided between Chetwynd and his sister. That would have been the right thing to do. Now, Mildred is not even to marry except With her step-mother's consent.”
“You need have no uneasiness on that score,” remarked Chetwynd. “Mildred will have her marriage portion, and something besides.”
“You think so?” said Captain Danvers.
“I'll answer for it,” rejoined Chetwynd.
“And if you require an additional guarantee, I'm ready to give it,” said Sir Bridgnorth. “But mind! should you ever come to be master here, I shall hold you to your promise to make us all at home.”
“You shan't need to remind me of it, should that fortunate day ever arrive,” said the captain.
At that moment, the person who seemed to stand most in the captain's way came forth, and wished them “Good morning.”
They all fancied he assumed a little of the air of the master of the house.
“I must consult you on a little matter after breakfast, Sir Bridgnorth,” he said. “I know you are a man of great taste. It strikes me some alterations might be made in the garden.”
“I hope your lordship won't touch the lawn,” remarked Sir Bridgnorth. “It is very much admired.”