"Yes, if you choose to call it fickle. I don't know that I am fickle. If I were in love with a girl I should be true to her."
"Are you sure of that?"
"Quite sure. If I were really in love with her I certainly should not change. It is possible that I might be bullied out of it."
"But she will not be bullied out of it?"
"Mary? No. That is just it. She will stick to it if he does."
"I would if I were she. Where will you find any young man equal to Frank Tregear?"
"Perhaps you mean to cut poor Mary out."
"That isn't a nice thing for you to say, Lord Silverbridge. Frank is my cousin,—as indeed you are also; but it so happens that I have seen a great deal of him all my life. And, though I don't want to cut your sister out, as you so prettily say, I love him well enough to understand that any girl whom he loves ought to be true to him." So far what she said was very well, but she afterwards added a word which might have been wisely omitted. "Frank and I are almost beggars."
"What an accursed thing money is," he exclaimed, jumping up from his chair.
"I don't agree with you at all. It is a very comfortable thing."