But if you want a direct
answer--yes, I will, if my uncle will let me, which he won't, as you
have quarrelled with him, or at any rate two years hence, when I am five
and twenty and my own mistress; that is if we have anything to marry
on, for one must eat. At present our worldly possessions seem to consist
chiefly of a large store of mutual affection, a good stock of clothes
and one Yellow God, which after what happened last night, I do not think
you will get another chance of turning into cash."
"I must make money somehow," he said.
"Yes, Alan, but I am afraid it is not easy to do--honestly. Nobody
wants people without capital whose only stock in trade is a brief but
distinguished military career, and a large experience of African fever."
Alan groaned at this veracious but discouraging remark, and she went on
quickly:
"I mean to spend another guinea upon my friend the lawyer at Kingswell.
Perhaps he can raise the wind, by a post-obit, or something," she added
vaguely, "I mean a post-uncle-obit."
"If he does, Barbara, I can't live on your money alone, it isn't right."
"Oh! don't you trouble about that, Alan. If once I can get hold of those
dim thousands you will soon be able to make more, for unto him that hath
shall be given.
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