‘I quite understand that.’

’If this were once done you would never have any more trouble of that kind.  There would be plenty of money for everything as long as you live.  It would be complete success.  I don’t know how to say enough to you, or to tell you how dearly I love you, or to make you understand how well I think you have done it all.’  Then she caressed him again, and was almost beside herself in an agony of mingled anxiety and joy.  If, after all, her beautiful boy, who had lately been her disgrace and her great trouble because of his poverty, should shine forth to the world as a baronet with L20,000 a year, how glorious would it be!  She must have known,—­she did know,—­...