Mister Ray hummed in thought for a moment, considering her words. “Well, it is true that your future husband will handle the business matters for you. Finances will never be a concern for you.” His lips twitched up into a mirthless smile that had vanished as soon as it had appeared. For him, finances were very much a concern,<span style="font-style: italic">and</span>, the pessimistic and sour slice of him thought,<span style="font-style: italic">they always will be</span>.  He attempted to push those thoughts away. He was too young to be bitter, wasn’t he? Still, though he was a kind soul, he was also steeped in a longing for riches. In this world, money reigned supreme; those with it could live a comfortable life. Those without it suffered. It was a simple fact of existence. He shook his head lightly, banishing the invading thoughts before they could taint his mind further. His eyes cleared; they’d assumed, for but a moment, a darkness within them. In a fraction of a second the safe, amicable expression that so often painted his features was firmly in place.<br/><br/>”Ah, however, Miss McMillan, personally,” he put a hand to his chest in emphasis, “I do not believe that it is a very bad thing that you wish not to become a dummy. Knowledge is a valuable thing. Still, business is not something to be terribly concerned with.” Now he was speaking in the voice of a teacher, “On the subject of this, though," he gestured to the novel resting in her hands, "The author of this novel is an intriguing character; he firmly believed in a sole, integral principle that guided him along the whole of his successful career in business…” He rambled on for a few minutes, body language becoming more animated as he became more engrossed. He always got a little passionate when he was discussing something he enjoyed. And he tended to become overzealous when discussing philosophy, among other subjects, which, thankfully, were not the subject of this book. If they were, there would be no doubt that Mister Ray would want to babble on for hours.<br/><br/>He finally realized he was speaking and sparing no breath. “Ah. Well. Miss McMillan, I believe that will be an enjoyable volume for you. You have my permission to borrow it, if you like, or I could select another book that may interest you more. Lord McMillan will not be disturbed if I educate you on the matters of business?” As he asked this he shuffled his feet nervously. While he was willing to indulge Miss McMillan’s thirst for knowledge, he was less willing to incite the fury of Lord McMillan.