If Sylvia lost every cent she had, we could get married
just the same, and though she'd have to live simply and quietly, she
wouldn't suffer. I thought you would help me with investments--or take me
to some other man who would."
"I will, indeed--if you don't spend _all_ your time, as Sylvia fully
intends you shall, making love to her. This changes the outlook
wonderfully--clears the sky for both of you! It's bad for a man to be
wholly dependent on his wife, and scarcely less bad for her. But there's
another matter--"
"Yes, sir?"
"I don't want you to think I'm meddling--or underestimating Sylvia--"
"I won't think that, no matter what you say."
"How long have you and she been in love with each other? Wasn't it pretty
nearly a case of 'first sight'?"
Austin flushed. "It certainly was with me," he said quietly.
"And haven't you--quarrelled from the very beginning, too?"
The boy's flush deepened. "Yes," he said, still more quietly, "we seemed
to misunderstand--and antagonize each other.
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