“At any rate, they'll have no lack of money,” said Norris. “But, after all, Lady Thicknesse is nothing like so rich as her niece—to say nothing of Brackley, which must come to the young lady by-and-by.”
“Yes; they'll have too much,” observed Laura. “I wonder where Mr. Chetwynd and his lady will reside?”
“Why, here—at Ouselcroft—of course,” replied Norris.
“I don't feel sure of that,” said Laura. “I sometimes fancy they'll live at Brackley.”
“Nonsense!” exclaimed Norris. “Mr. Chetwynd will never leave his father's house, now he has got possession of it. I'm certain of that.”
“Then Captain and Mrs. Danvers may as well take up their quarters at Brackley,” said Laura.
“You're settling all very nicely!” said Norris, with a laugh. “But I don't know that Lady Barfleur will consent to take them. I should think not. All very well as visitors, but not for a permanence.”
“Well, then, Mrs. Danvers must buy a place,” said Laura. “She'll have money enough.”
Norris laughed; but, directly afterwards, his countenance changed, and he said, gravely:
“Ah, Laura! we live in a strange world. A month ago, who would have thought things would be in this state? Then we were talking over Mrs. Calverley's contemplated marriage with Lord Courland. Now she is gone, and other weddings are about to take place.”