"Yes, he will. And what's the good? He won't ask you to marry him."
"Oh, won't he? How do you know?"
"I've heard them talk about him. He's as poor as a rat."
"But I'm not!"
"No, I dare say; but that won't help you. Besides, he's a good as engaged to that Lady Eleanor Dallas."
Finetta jerked her foot away, and her eyes began to glow dangerously.
"Her? Why she's like a wax doll."
"Oh, no, she isn't," said Polly. "She's as good-looking as most of the swells, and more so; besides, she's rolling in money, and it's money he wants. Take my advice, Fin, and don't let him hang about you any longer."
"And you take my advice, and hold your tongue!" retorted Finetta. "He shall hang about me as much as he likes. Who said I wanted to marry him, or—or that I would if he asked me?"