“Has it occurred to you, darling,” said Commander Belton when his mother had exhausted her raptures over the newly engaged couple, “that Elsa is going to be extremely rich?”
“Dear me!” said Mrs. Belton anxiously. “No; it hadn’t. Oh dear, I do hope it will be all right.”
“Of course it will,” said her son laughing at her. “Christopher is a jolly good fellow and Elsa is a lucky girl. But isn’t it like things that Elsa is marrying a fortune while poor Harefield is practically in the hands of the Jews? Poor Harefield.”
“It would be lovely,” said his mother, at once beginning to matchmake for Harefield, “if you married a charming girl with a lot of money, darling, and then after the war you could live at the Park and your father and I could retire for good. When the lease of Arcot House is up
