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dame Merle exclaimed with a laugh.
‘I esteem a dot very much. I can do without it, but I es-
teem 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’s a splen-
did woman.’ Madame Merle failed to burst into speech.
‘Ah, about her there’s much to be said. Splendid as you like!
We’ve not exactly made out that you’re a parti. The absence
of vices is hardly a source of income.’
‘Pardon me, I think it may be,’ said Rosier quite lucidly.
‘You’ll be a touching couple, living on your innocence!’ ‘I
think you underrate me.’
‘You’re 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, however, will probably incline to believe he can
do better.’
‘He can do so perhaps; but what can his daughter do? She
can’t do better than marry the man she loves. For she does,
you know,’ Rosier added eagerly.
‘She does-I know it.’
‘Ah,’ cried the young man, ‘I said you were the person to
come to.’

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