A woman's is love." Mary wafted the speaker a furtive kiss.
"To enrich that dear child after your death, thirty years hence, and break her heart in the flower of her youth, is to be unkind to her; and if you are unkind to her, our compact is broken." "Unkind to her," said Bartley.

"What male parent has ever been more kind, more vigilant?
Sentimental weakness is another matter.

My affection is more solid.

Can I oblige you in anything that is business ?" "Mr.Bartley," said Hope, "you can not divert me from the more important question: business is secondary to that dear girl's happiness.

However, I have more than once asked you to tell me who is the loser of that large sum, which, as you and I have dealt with it, has enriched you and given me a competence." "That's my business," said Bartley, sharply, "for you never fingered a shilling of it.