It would not distress her.
The money weighed for nothing in her life.

He was her world; he knew that.
"Lucy!" he said.
She turned, startled at his grave tone.

The color rose in her delicate little face, and there was a keen flash of intelligence in her blue eyes.

It vanished, and they were only blue and innocent.
"Lucy, would you be willing to come to my house?
To take it for home?
To be a poor man's wife, there?
God knows I'll try to make you happy in it." "No," she said gently.

"That is your mother's home.