He has his own resources.

He could leave us to-morrow.

Dependent on me! It is the other way, I think, Agneta--don't you ?" He stopped and looked at her, and she returned his look in spite of herself.

A tear dropped on her stocking which she hastily brushed away.
"Come, now," said Lord Maxwell, seating himself; "let us talk it over rationally.

Don't go, Lady Winterbourne." "Why, they may be settling it at this moment," cried Miss Raeburn, half-choked, and feeling as though "the skies were impious not to fall." "No, no!" he said smiling.