Owen meditated; then, referring to the grandmother, asked what she was worth. Carrel thought she would cut up for ten thousand pounds.
“Which, laid out in good sound rentes, would bring in £500 a year, and you would have the house, and a nice little wife into the bargain. And a family doctor is bound to marry, my boy, hey? Which reminds me to tell you,” concluded Carrel, with a spirituous laugh, “that your scarlet devil of a Margot was here while you were out, inquiring after you. I wonder what she’ll do when she hears you are making eyes at the little Allez girl, hey? ”
“She may do as she damn pleases,” said Owen, equably; “do you imagine I’m in any way bound to a trull like that?”
But all the same he was sorry to hear that the red-haired witch had been round and he had missed her. He
