BOOK SECOND: LITTLE AGGIE
"They oughtn't to do it," she declared; "they ought to tell us, and when they don't it serves them right." Even this observation, however, failed to rouse in her husband a response, and, as she had quite formed the habit of doing, she philosophically answered herself. "But I don't suppose they do it on spec."
It was less apparent than ever what Edward supposed. "Oh, Van hasn't money to chuck about."
"Ah, I only mean a sovereign here and there."
"Well," Brookenham threw out after another turn, "I think Van, you know, is your affair."
"It all seems to be my affair!" she exclaimed with too dolorous a little wail to have other than a comic effect. "And of course then it will be still more so if he should begin to apply to Mr. Longdon."
"We must stop that in time."
"Do you mean by warning Mr. Longdon and requesting him immediately to tell us? That won't be very pleasant," Mrs. Brookenham sighed.
"Well, then, wait and see."
She waited only a minute—it might have seemed that she already saw. "I want him to be kind to Harold, and I can't help thinking he will."
"Yes, but I fancy that that will be his notion of it—keeping him from making debts. I dare say one needn't trouble about him," Brookenham added. "He can take care of himself."
"He appears to have done so pretty well all these years," his wife mused. "As I saw him in my childhood I see him now, and I see now that I saw then even how awfully in love he was with mamma. He's too lovely about mamma," Mrs. Brookenham pursued.
"Oh!" her husband replied.
This delicate past held her a moment. "I see now I must have known a lot as a child."
"Oh!" her companion repeated.
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