"Why am I to be treated in this way?"
"Because you come here persevering when you know it's no good."
"I think of what you and I might do together with Moss's theatre between us."
"Oh, heavens!"
"You should be called the O'Mahony. Your respectable papa should keep an eye to your pecuniary interest."
"I could keep an eye myself for that."
"You would be my own wife, of course—my own wife."
"I wouldn't be anything of the kind."
"Ah, but listen!" continued Mr. Moss. "You do not know how the profits run away into the pockets of impresarios and lessees and money-lenders. We should have it all ourselves. I have £30,000 of my own, and my respectable parent in New York has as much more. It would all be the same as ours. Only think! Before long we would have a house on the Fifth Avenue so furnished that all the world should wonder; and another at Newport, where the world should not be admitted to wonder. Only think!"
"And Madame Socani to look after the furniture!" said Rachel.