What could three or four thousand a year, or even five or six, matter to a man like Melmotte?  It was thus that Sir Felix looked at it.  When a man can hardly count his millions he ought not to ask questions about trifling sums of money.  But the question had been asked, and the asking of such a question was no doubt within the prerogative of a proposed father-in-law.  At any rate, it must be answered.  For a moment it occurred to Sir Felix that he might conveniently tell the truth.  It would be nasty for the moment, but there would be nothing to come after.  Were he to do so he could not be dragged down lower and lower into the mire by cross-examinings.  There might be an end of all his hopes, but there would at the...