"I don't in the least desire that he should. But I may remark, all the same, that he lives like a rich man."
"The money is his wife's; she brought him a fortune."
"Mrs. Osmond, then, is very fond of her step-daughter; she may do something."
"For a love-sick swain you have your eyes about you!" Madame Merle exclaimed, with a laugh.
"I esteem a dot very much. I can do without it, but I esteem it."
"Mrs. Osmond," Madame Merle went on, "will probably prefer to keep her money for her own children."
"Her own children? Surely she has none."
"She may have yet. She had a poor little boy, who died two years ago, six months after his birth. Others, therefore, may come."
"I hope they will, if it will make her happy. She is a splendid woman."
Madame Merle was silent a moment.
"Ah, about her there is much to be said. Splendid as you like! We have not exactly made out that you are a parti. The absence of vices is hardly a source of income."
"Excuse me, I think it may be," said Eosier, with his persuasive smile.
"You'll be a touching couple, living on your innocence!"
"I think you underrate me."
"You are not so innocent as that? Seriously," said Madame Merle, "of course forty thousand francs a year and a nice character are a combination to be considered. I don't say it's to be jumped at; but there might be a worse offer. Mr. Osmond will probably incline to believe he can do better."
"He can do so, perhaps; but what can his daughter do?
