Miss Saxon has no money--" "Pardon me.

I hear her aunt, Miss Loach, who was unfortunately murdered at Rexton, has left her six thousand a year." Senora Gredos turned quite pale and clenched her hands, but she managed to control herself again with a powerful effort and masked the rage she felt under a bland, false smile.
"Oh, that makes a difference," she said calmly.

"I hope they will be happy--if they marry," she added significantly.
"Oh, that is quite settled," said Caranby.
"There's many a slip between the cup and the lip," said Maraquito viciously.

"Yonder is Mr.Saxon.

Tell him to come to me." Caranby bowed and crossed the room to where Basil was talking with a frowning face to Hale.