I'm as good as engaged to be married, and I find that I am not so well off as I thought I was.

People told me that I should have three thousand a year when the governor died, but I find that people know less of my affairs than I thought." "They invariably do," put in Jack encouragingly.
"It is barely two thousand, and--and she has been brought up to something better than that." "Um! they mostly are.

Mine has been brought up to something better than that too.

That is the worst of it." Jack Meredith leant back in his folding chair, and gazed practically up into the heavens.
"Of course," Guy went on, doggedly expansive now that he had once plunged, "two thousand a year sounds pretty good, and it is not bad to start upon.

But there is no chance of its increasing; in fact, the lawyer fellows say it may diminish.