I shall be able to ensure my heirs an income of nearly eight thousand pounds a year." It was Mrs.Pendleton's first intimation of the amount of the fortune her brother had gained abroad.

"Eight thousand a year!" she exclaimed.

"Oh, Robert, it is wealth." "One could live very comfortably on eight thousand a year," remarked her husband, "very comfortably indeed." "It's not much to support a title, after the tax-gatherers have taken their pound of flesh in income tax and super-tax," said Austin.

"Robert, with his iron frame, will probably outlive a weakling like myself, but if he doesn't I'm sure I shall find it difficult to keep up the title on the money." "One word!" said Dr.Ravenshaw, with a quick glance at Robert Turold.
"This is a barony by writ that you are claiming.

Does not your daughter succeed you if you gain it, and not your brother ?" "No," replied Robert Turold.