Let me have her.

When I no longer need her--I am an old woman, Mr.Gray--she will be fit to earn her own living.

Everything I have goes back to my nephew Jarvis Lord Iniscrone.
But Mary will not suffer.

Think! What have you to give her but a life of drudgery under which she will break down--die, perhaps ?" She watched the emotion in his face with her little keen, bright eyes.
"It is not a fine lady's caprice ?" he said.

"You won't make my Mary accustomed to better things than I could give her and then send her back to be a drudge ?" "The Lord judge between thee and me," she answered solemnly.
"Then I trust you, Lady Anne Hamilton," he said.
The strange thing was that the proud old lady was gratified, almost flattered, by the confidence in Walter Gray's unworldly eyes.
"Thank you, Mr.Gray," she said; then, as he took up his hat to go, she laid a detaining hand on his shabby coat sleeve.
"Why not have dinner with Mary in the garden ?" she suggested.