Probably," she added suddenly, with a sarcastic smile, "my dear uncle does not wish to have the will broken ?" Lawrence Newt was pondering what possible interest she thought he could have in the will.
"What difference could it make to me in any case, Fanny ?" "Only the difference of a million of dollars," said she, with her teeth set.
Gradually her meaning dawned upon Lawrence Newt.

With a mingled pain, and contempt, and surprise, and a half-startled apprehension that others might have thought the same thing, and that all kinds of disagreeable consequences might flow from such misapprehension, he perceived what she was thinking of, and said, so suddenly and sharply that even Fanny started, "You think I want to marry Hope Wayne ?" "Of course I do.

So does every body else.

Do you suppose we have not known of your intimacies?
Do you think we have heard nothing of your meetings all winter with that artist and Amy Waring, and your reading poetry, and your talking poetry ?" said Fanny, with infinite contempt.
There was a look of singular perplexity upon the face of Lawrence Newt.
He was a man not often surprised, but he seemed to be surprised and even troubled now.

He looked musingly across the room to Hope Wayne, who was sitting engaged in earnest conversation with Mrs.Simcoe.In her whole bearing and aspect there was that purity and kindliness which are always associated with blue eyes and golden hair, and which made the painters paint the angels as fair women.