“I don’t pretend to say that I should not have been better pleased had you sprung from a family of gentry, Mr. Asquith; but after all, to have a family of any kind is something in these days. And you, of course, have had the education of a gentleman.” The curate winced a little at this, not liking the idea that he had not always been a gentleman, even though he had the moment before disowned any such pretensions. But he did not betray his impatience, and Mr. Prescott continued, “The most important point is: you propose to marry my niece: what have you to support her? I have told you she has nothing of her own. Are you in circumstances to keep her in the position to which she has been accustomed? Your private means----” “Mr. Prescott,” said the curate crushing his hat in his tremulous hands, “that is exactly the question--that is the painful part--I have nothing. I have no private means; I have no expectations to speak of. My father, when he dies, will leave me perhaps some trifle--a few hundred pounds; but the fact is, I have nothing--nothing but my income from my curacy.” He had not strength enough to meet the Squire’s astonished gaze. His head drooped forward a little. “I am aware that you must think me presumptuous to the last degree, even careless of her comfort--for I have nothing but my poverty to offer--nothing----” for once in his life Mr. Asquith’s courage fairly failed him, and he would have liked to run away, and be heard of in Horton no more. Oh, happy Mary, before whom no such ordeal lay! “This is a very strange statement, Mr. Asquith,” the Squire said. The curate assented with a movement of his head; he could not say any more. “It is a very strange statement,” Mr. Prescott repeated. “You don’t expect, I hope, that I--with the many calls upon me----” Mr. Asquith half got up from his chair; he raised his hand, half deprecating, half indignant. “I have a great many claims upon me,” said the Squire reassured; “the estate does not bring in half it once did. You know as well as I do how landed property has deteriorated; and my second son is in the army, and has a great many expenses, and my girls to be provided for--I cannot be responsible for anything so far as Mary is concerned. I have given her her education and all that, but as for any allowance----” “If she had anything of the sort, do you think I could ever have spoken?” the curate said. Mr. Prescott was reassured: there was obvious sincerity in this disclaimer. He stood for a moment silent with a perturbed countenance, and then he said suddenly, “That’s all very well, Mr. Asquith, but you’re not like a silly girl who knows nothing--you’ve some acquaintance with the world. It is quite right of you to express such sentiments. But if you marry her, how are you to keep her? that is the question for me.”