so engaged site had an inspiration. She found the phrase that she could boldly offer as a vindication of the step she had taken. "If you marry Catherine at all risks," she said, "you will give my brother a proof of your being what he pretends to doubt."
"What he pretends to doubt?"
"Don't you know what that is?" Mrs. Penniman asked, almost playfully.
"It does not concern me to know," said Morris, grandly.
"Of course it makes you angry."
"I despise it," Morris declared.
"Ah, you know what it is, then?" said Mrs. Penniman, shaking her finger at him. "He pretends that you like—you like the money."
Morris hesitated a moment; and then, as if he spoke advisedly—"I do like the money!"
"Ah, but not—but not as he means it. You don't like it more than Catherine?"
He leaned his elbows on the table and buried his head in his hands, "You torture me!" he murmured. And, indeed, this was almost the effect of the poor lady's too importunate interest in his situation.
