It was withheld.
"No; I shall not marry Samuel Fawthrop Wynne."
"I ask why. I must have a reason. In all respects he is more than worthy of you."
She stood on the hearth. She was pale as the white marble slab and cornice behind her; her eyes flashed large, dilated, unsmiling.
"And I ask in what sense that young man is worthy of me?"
"He has twice your money, twice your common sense, equal connections, equal respectability."
"Had he my money counted fivescore times I would take no vow to love him."
"Please to state your objections."
"He has run a course of despicable, commonplace profligacy. Accept that as the first reason why I spurn him."
"Miss Keeldar, you shock me!"