You can afford it.

But in what capacity would you adopt her--as father, uncle, guardian, or what?
The formalities must be observed." "I think as a brother," said Tinker.
Sir Tancred thought a while, then he said, "You will find it a great responsibility." "Yes; but I don't mind.

I--I like her, don't you know!" Sir Tancred's stern face relaxed into one of his rare and charming smiles.

"Very good," he said.

"You shall adopt her." "Thank you, sir," said Tinker, and his smile matched his father's.
"And may I have some money to dress her?
Her clothes are dreadful." "They are," said Sir Tancred; and, taking out his notecase, he gave him a thousand-franc note.
"Thank you," said Tinker, beaming.