"What of that?"

"I mean he lives in a big place, and has heaps and heaps of money,"
said Nora.

"So much the better."

"You cannot go to him _shabby_. What are you going to do for
dress?"

"Mother will manage that."

"Mother!" Nora leaped up from the window-ledge and stood facing her
brother. "You have spoken to mother?"

"Of course I have. Dear me, Nora, you are getting to be quite an
unpleasant sort of girl."

"You have spoken to mother," repeated Nora, "and she has promised to
help you? How will she do it?"

Terence moved restlessly.

"I suppose she knows herself how she will do it."

"And you will let her?" said Nora--"you, a man, will let her? You
know she has no money; you know she has nothing but her little
trinkets, and you allow her to sell those to give you pleasure? Oh,
I am ashamed of you! I am sorry you are my brother. How can you do