"He'll have as much money from me as he wants to go into business with.

What's his line of business, Teresa ?" asked this prospective father-in-law, in a large, liberal way.
"He is a botanist!" said Teresa, with a sudden childish animation that seemed to keep up the grim humor of the paternal suggestion; "and oh, he is too poor to buy books! I sent for one or two for him myself, the other day"-- she hesitated--"it was all the money I had, but it wasn't enough for him to go on with his studies." Dunn looked at her sparkling eyes and glowing cheeks, and became thoughtful.

"Curson must have been a d----d fool," he said finally.
Teresa remained silent.

She was beginning to be impatient and uneasy, fearing some mischance that might delay her dreaded yet longed-for meeting with Low.

Yet she could not leave this sick and exhausted man, _his father_, now bound to her by more than mere humanity.
"Couldn't you manage," she said gently, "to lean on me a few steps further, until I could bring you to a cooler spot and nearer assistance ?" He nodded.