Then there was a moment's pause, and very gently she drew her hand away and thrust it in her bosom.
"You have your wife to share your fortune," she said; "you have Effie to inherit it, and you can leave your name to your country." Then came a heavy pause.
"And you," he said, breaking it, "what future is there for you ?" She laughed softly.

"Women have no future and they ask none.

At least I do not now, though once I did.

It is enough for them if they can ever so little help the lives of others.

That is their happiness, and their reward is--rest." Just then Mr.Granger came back from his christening, and Beatrice rose and went to bed.
"Looks a little pale, doesn't she, Mr.Bingham ?" said her father.