moment. At last, looking up with a certain abruptness, "It is your belief that if she marries me he will cut her off?" he asked.
Mrs. Penniman stared a little, and smiled. "Why, I have explained to you what I think would happen—that in the end it would be the best thing to do."
"You mean that, whatever she does, in the long run she will get the money?"
"It doesn't depend upon her, but upon you. Venture to appear as disinterested as you are!" said Mrs. Penniman ingeniously. Morris dropped his eyes on the sanded floor again, pondering this; and she pursued. "Mr. Penniman and I had nothing, and we were very happy. Catherine, moreover, has her mother's fortune, which, at the time my sister-in-law married, was considered a very handsome one."
"Oh, don't speak of that!" said Morris; and, indeed, it was quite superfluous, for he had contemplated the fact in all its lights.
"Austin married a wife with money—why shouldn't you?"
"Ah! but your brother was a doctor," Morris objected.
