"I suppose you are."
"I am very badly off, I know that. People seem to think that £800 is ever so much, but I find it to be very little."
"And it will be much less if you are married," said Adelaide gravely.
"Of course, everything must be changed. I must sell my horses, and we must cut and run, and go and live at Boulogne, I suppose. But a man can't do that kind of thing all in a moment. Then Chiltern comes and talks as though he were Virtue personified. What business is it of his?"
Then Adelaide became still more grave. She had now removed herself from his embrace, and was standing a little apart from him on the rug. She did not answer him at first; and when she did so, she spoke very slowly. "We have been rash, I fear; and have done what we have done without sufficient thought."
"I don't say that at all."
"But I do. It does seem now that we have been imprudent." Then she smiled as she completed her speech. "There had better be no engagement between us."
"Why do you say that?"
"Because it is quite clear that it has been a trouble to you rather than a happiness."
"I wouldn't give it up for all the world."