“I wish I could give you––everything––anything––you want, Silvia.”
“You have, Lucien. The things that no money could buy––love and protection.”
Well, maybe I had. I had surely given her protection from the Polydores, though she didn’t know to what extent.
“I am going to give you more material 164 things, though, Silvia. When we go home, I shall start to work in earnest and see if I can’t get enough ahead to make a good investment I know of.”
“I’d rather do without the necessities even, Lucien, than to have you work any harder than you have been doing. We must let well enough alone.”
