“«Thank you; but there is no escaping these little vexations, Mary, live where we may; and when you are settled in town and I come to see you, I dare say I shall find you with yours, in spite of the nurseryman and the poulterer, perhaps on their very account. Their remoteness and unpunctuality, or their exorbitant charges and frauds, will be drawing forth bitter lamentations.»
«I mean to be too rich to lament or to feel anything of the sort. A large income is the best recipe for happiness I ever heard of.
It certainly may secure all the myrtle and turkey part of it.»
«You intend to be very rich?» said Edmund, with a look which, to Fanny's eye, had a great deal of serious meaning.
«To be sure.”