"The matter has somewhat of droll to you?"

"It has its humorous side," said Frances. "I quite
understand, George, that you will need more money to
support a wife. I will double your allowance. It shall
be paid quarterly."

"You would prefer to do that?" hesitated George. "Rather
than to make over a son's share of the property to me
absolutely? Some of the landed estate or securities? I
have probably a shrewder business talent than yours, and
if I had control could make my property more profitable."

"I should prefer to pay your income as before--yes," said
Frances quietly.

"Well, as you choose. It is yours to give, of course."
George coughed and shuffled to conquer his
disappointment. Then he said, "Have it your own way."
He put his hand affectionately on her shoulder. "And
when you have had your little outing and go home to Weir,
you will be glad to have us come to you, for a
visit--won't you, mother? You haven't said so."

"Why should I say so? It is your home, George, yours and
your wife's." She caught his hand and held it to her
lips.

But Lisa had not so easily conquered her disappointment.