nance. He wished me to think well of the plan; it would be a delightful marriage.
"Delightful for your brother, yes. That's what strikes me most."
"Delightful for him, certainly; but also very pleasant for Eunice, as things go here. Adrian is the best fellow in the world; he's a gentleman; he has n't a vice or a fault; he is very well educated; and he has twenty thousand a year. A lovely property."
"Not in trust?" I said, looking into Mr. Caliph's extraordinary eyes.
"Oh, no; he has full control of it. But he is wonderfully careful."
"He does n't trouble you with it?"
"Oh, dear, no; why should he? Thank God, I have n't got that on my back. His property comes to him from his father, who had nothing to do with me; did n't even like me, I think. He has capital advisers—presidents of banks, overseers of hospitals, and all that sort of thing. They have put him in the way of some excellent investments."
As I write this, I am surprised at my audacity; but, somehow, it did n't seem so great at the time, and he gave absolutely no sign of seeing more in what I said than appeared. He evidently desires the marriage immensely, and he was thinking only of putting it before me so that I too should think well of it; for evidently, like his brother, he has the most exaggerated opinion of my influence with Eunice. On Mr. Frank's part this does n't surprise me so
