'
He paused and looked at her. Marian returned the look.
'You would of course write for it,' she said.
'Marian, why shouldn't I edit it? Why shouldn't it be your
property?',
'My property--?'
She checked a laugh. There came into her mind a more disagreeable
suspicion than she had ever entertained of her father. Was this
the meaning of his softened behaviour? Was he capable of
calculated hypocrisy? That did not seem consistent with his
character, as she knew it.
'Let us talk it over,' said Yule. He was in visible agitation and
his voice shook. 'The idea may well startle you at first. It will
seem to you that I propose to make away with your property before
you have even come into possession of it.' He laughed. 'But, in
fact, what I have in mind is merely an investment for your
capital, and that an admirable one. Five thousand pounds at three
per cent.--one doesn't care to reckon on more--represents a
hundred and fifty a year. Now, there can be very little doubt
that, if it were invested in literary property such as I have in
mind, it would bring you five times that interest, and before
long perhaps much more.
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