I suppose, Primrose, you can have a cheque-book now, and Mr.Danesfield can give you the money." "Yes," said Primrose, in a cheerful tone, "I forgot about the money in the bank; mother often told me there was plenty.

Even if we can't quite live on our thirty pounds a year, we can manage with what money dear mamma had in the bank." Miss Martineau's face had become extremely lined and anxious.
"My dears," she said, "I fear I've done a rude thing; I fear I've taken a liberty; but the fact is, you are so alone, poor darlings, and Mr.Danesfield is an old friend of mine--and--and--I took the liberty of asking him what your mother's balance was.

He said, my dears--my poor dears--that it was not quite two hundred pounds.".