"I have never done so."
"Oh yes, you have. Instead of dining out in Fitzroy Square and drinking tea in Tavistock Place, you have gone to balls in Grosvenor Square and been presented at Court."
"It wasn't my fault."
"It has been so, and therefore you should have made up your mind to marry a rich man."
"Who was it asked me to love him?"
"Say that I did if you please. Upon my word I forget how it began, but say that it was my fault. Of course it was my fault. Are you going to blow me up for that? I see a girl, and first I like her, and then I love her, and then I tell her so;—or else she finds it out without my telling. Was that a sin you can't forgive?"
"I never said it was a sin."
"I don't mind being a worm, but I won't be trodden upon overmuch.
Was there ever a moment in which you thought that I thought of marrying you?"
"A great many, Jack."