"He has a million and a half sterling," said Lord Canterville. "I can't make out what he does with it."
"She ought to have something very handsome," his wife remarked.
"Well, my dear, you must settle it: you must consider it; you must send for Hilary. Only take care you don't put him off; it may be a very good opening, you know. There is a great deal to be done out there; I believe in all that," Lord Canterville went on, in the tone of a conscientious parent.
"There is no doubt that he is a doctor—in those places," said Lady Canterville, musingly.
"He may be a pedler for all I care."
"If they should go out, I think Agatha might go with them," her ladyship continued, in the same tone, a little disconnectedly.
"You may send them all out if you like. Good by!" And Lord Canterville kissed his wife.
But she detained him a moment, with her hand on his arm. "Don't you think he is very much in love?"
"Oh, yes, he 's very bad; but he 's a clever little beggar."
"She likes him very much," Lady Canterville announced, rather formally, as they separated.
