"I have not asked papa, nor anybody." "It was only settled this morning.

Your father told me hurriedly as he went out.

You are to have two thousand a year of your own." The tone was dry, and the speaker's look as she turned towards her daughter had in it a curious hostility; but Marcella did not notice her mother's manner.
"It is too much," she said in a low voice.
She had thrown back her head against the chair in which she sat, and her half-troubled eyes were wandering over the darkening expanse of lawn and avenue.
"He said he wished you to feel perfectly free to live your own life, and to follow out your own projects.

Oh, for a person of projects, my dear, it is not so much.

You will do well to husband it.