But she did not resent it in words; rather her silence deepened, till Mrs.Verrier stretched out a hand and laughingly turned the small face towards her that she might see what was in it.
"Daphne! I really believe you're in love with him!" "Not at all," said Daphne, her eyelids flickering; "I never know what to talk to him about." "As if that mattered!" "Elsie Maddison always knows what to talk to him about, and he chatters to her the whole time." Mrs.Verrier paused a moment, then said: "Do you suppose he came to America to marry money ?" "I haven't an idea." "Do you suppose he knows that you--are not exactly a pauper ?" Daphne drew herself away impatiently.

"I really don't suppose anything, Madeleine.

He never talks about money, and I should think he had plenty himself." Mrs.Verrier replied by giving an outline of the financial misfortunes of Mr.Barnes _pere_, as they had been described to her by another English traveller in Washington.
Daphne listened indifferently.

"He can't be very poor or he wouldn't behave as he does.

And he is to inherit the General's property.