"I have something to say first.

I told you, last night, that I had another object in view besides the object of earning my living on the stage--" "I beg your pardon," interposed Captain Wragge.

"Did you say, earning your living ?" "Certainly.

Both my sister and myself must depend on our own exertions to gain our daily bread." "What!!!" cried the captain, starting to his feet.

"The daughters of my wealthy and lamented relative by marriage reduced to earn their own living?
Impossible--wildly, extravagantly impossible!" He sat down again, and looked at Magdalen as if she had inflicted a personal injury on him.
"You are not acquainted with the full extent of our misfortune," she said, quietly.