"Violet," said Lady Laura, after a moment's pause;—and she spoke sharply; "Violet, I believe you are in love with Mr. Finn."
"That's just like you, Laura."
"I never made such an accusation against you before, or against anybody else that I can remember. But I do begin to believe that you are in love with Mr. Finn."
"Why shouldn't I be in love with him, if I like?"
"I say nothing about that;—only he has not got a penny."
"But I have, my dear."
"And I doubt whether you have any reason for supposing that he is in love with you."
"That would be my affair, my dear."
"Then you are in love with him?"
"That is my affair also."