healthier than the rich. Besides," Esther went on, with a mischievous meaning, "I think of having some wealth."
"How?" said Felix, with an anxious start. "What do you mean?"
"I think even of two pounds a-week: one needn't live up to the splendour of all that, you know; we might live as simply as you liked: there would be money to spare, and you could do wonders, and be obliged to work too, only not if sickness came. And then I think of a little income for your mother, enough for her to live as she has been used to live; and a little income for my father, to save him from being dependent when he is no longer able to preach."
Esther said all this in a playful tone, but she ended, with a grave look of appealing submission,
"I mean—if you approve. I wish to do what you think it will be right to do."
Felix put his hand on her shoulder again and reflected a little while, looking on the hearth: then he said, lifting up his eyes, with a smile at her,
"Why, I shall be able to set up a great library, and lend the books to be dog's-eared and marked with bread-crumbs."
