“Why is that an objection?”
“Can’t you guess?”
“No, indeed I can’t.”
“He loves you too, Ira.”
“Nonsense, Richard.”
“He does, really and truly.”
“Then, if he does, he’ll want to make me happy.”
O, the poignant, lovely inhumanity of women!
“Will he?” I said. “Well, to do him justice, I believe he would. But, supposing it were the other way about, and I was the rich one, and you and he were engaged and he wanted my help?”
“Then it would be very unwise of him to ask it, for I should fall in love with you, of course.”