money entirely to the man she marries. He would decline, on grounds of common legal caution, to give the husband, under any circumstances whatever, an interest of twenty thousand pounds in his wife’s death.”
“Would he really, Gilmore?” said Mr. Fairlie. “If he said anything half so horrid, I do assure you I should tinkle my bell for Louis, and have him sent out of the house immediately.”
“You shall not irritate me, Mr. Fairlie—for your niece’s sake and for her father’s sake, you shall not irritate
it was fast losing in fear.
“YOU don’t think I ought to be back in the Asylum, do you?” she said.
“Certainly not. I am glad you escaped from it—I am glad I helped you.”
“Yes, yes, you did help me indeed; you helped me at the hard part,” she went on a little vacantly. “It was easy to escape, or