"Yes, it would require money," was her admission.
"And he has none," Lady Anstruthers added. "None whatever."
"He will get some," said Betty, still reflecting. "He will make it, or
dig it up, or someone will leave it to him. There is a great deal of
money in the world, and when a strong creature ought to have some of it
he gets it."
"Oh, Betty!" said Rosy. "Oh, Betty!"
"Watch that man," said Betty; "you will see. It will come."
Lady Anstruthers' mind, working at no time on complex lines, presented
her with a simple modern solution.
"Perhaps he will marry an American," she said, and saying it, sighed
again.
"He will not do it on purpose." Bettina answered slowly and with such an
air of absence of mind that Rosy laughed a little.
"Will he do it accidentally, or against his will?" she said.
Betty herself smiled.
"Perhaps he will," she said. "There are Englishmen who rather dislike
Americans. I think he is one of them."
It apparently became necessary for Lady Anstruthers, a moment later, to
lean upon the stone balustrade and pick off a young leaf or so, for no
reason whatever, unless that in doing so she averted her look from her
sister as she made her next remark.
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