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"There's Dick Benyon," observed the old lady.
"They talk about that too much already," said Quisante.
"Come, Sandro, you're not sensitive."
"And Lady Richard hates me. Besides if you want to impress fools, you
must respect their prejudices. Give me a thousand a year; for the
present, you know."
He asked nearly half the old lady's income; she sighed in relief. "Very
well, a thousand a year," she said. "Make a good show with it. Live
handsomely. It'll pay you to live handsomely."
A genuine unmistakable surprise showed itself on his face; now there was
even the indignation which a reference to non-payment of debts had
failed to elicit.
"I shall do something with it, you might know that," he said
resentfully.
"Something honest, I mean."
"What?"
"Well, something not criminal," she amended, chuckling again. "I'm sorry
to seem to know you so well," she added.
"Oh, we know one another pretty well," said he with a nod. "Never the
jam without the powder from you."
"But always the jam," said old Maria. "And you'll find the world a good
deal like your aunt, Sandro.


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