"Do you mean to say you don't agree with me?"
"You mustn't ask me. But, oh! I'm so sorry you think so too. Isn't it strange? So suited to one another—she so beautiful, he so clever, and both rich!"
"Miss Bernard is hardly rich, is she?"
"Not as Mr. Lane is, of course. She seems rich to me—forty thousand pounds, I think. Ah, Mr. Haddington, if only you had met her sooner!"
"I shouldn't have had much chance against Lane."
"Why do you say that? If you only knew—"
"What?"
"I mustn't tell you. How sad that it's too late!"
"Is it?"
"Of course. They're engaged!"