"I was not thinking of myself. I don't mind it. It was better that you should have somebody with you,—just for this journey."
"I don't know why this journey should be different from any other," said Lizzie crossly. She had not done anything that made it necessary that she should be taken care of,—like a naughty girl.
"I'll see you to the end of it now, anyway."
"And you'll stay a few days with me, Frank? You won't go away at once? Say you'll stay a week. Dear, dear Frank; say you'll stay a week. I know that the House doesn't meet for ever so long. Oh, Frank, I do so wish you'd be more like yourself." There was no reason why she should not make one other effort, and as she made it every sign of fatigue passed away from her.
"I'll stay over to-morrow certainly," he replied.
"Only one day!"
"Days with me mean money, Lizzie, and money is a thing which is at present very necessary to me."
"I hate money."
"That's very well for you, because you have plenty of it."
"I hate money. It is the only thing that one has that one cannot give to those one loves. I could give you anything else;—though it cost a thousand pounds."