8/33 She's a made woman through him. He said to her, he had heard from Mr.Woodseer the Countess of Fleetwood called her sister; he shook her hand.' 'The Countess of Fleetwood called both of you her sisters, I think,' said Gower. I'd rather serve her than have a fortune.' 'You were born with a fortune one would like to have a nibble at, Madge.' 'I can't lay hand on it, then.' 'It's the capacity for giving, my dear.' 'Please, Mr.Gower, don't say that; you'll make me cry. He keeps his wife so poor she hasn't a shilling of her own; she wearies about her brother; she can't help. He can spend hundreds on my Sally for having been good to her, in our small way--it's a fairy tale; and he won't hear of money for his wife, except that she's never to want for anything it can buy.' 'You give what it can't buy.' 'Me. |