Thirty thousand a year, if he has a penny.

By the way, I wish he would just have the civility to answer my note about those coverts over by Willow Scrubs!" He had hardly said the words when the door opened to admit William the footman, in his usual tremor of nervousness, carrying a salver and a note.
"The man says, please sir, is there any answer, sir ?" "Well, that's odd!" said Mr.Boyce, his look brightening.

"Here _is_ Lord Maxwell's answer, just as I was talking of it." His wife turned sharply and watched him take it; her lips parted, a strange expectancy in her whole attitude.

He tore it open, read it, and then threw it angrily under the grate.
"No answer.

Shut the door." The lad retreated.