“Thanks! You’re beginning at last.”
“What?” she asked.
“To believe in me.”
“Don’t begin to talk again,” she pleaded sadly, “nothing vital.”
“Do you like dancing with me?” he asked
“Now, be quiet—that’s real,” she replied.
“By Heaven, Lettie, you make me laugh!”
“Do I?” she said—“What if you married Alice—soon.”
“I—Alice!—Lettie!! Besides, I’ve only a hundred pounds in the world, and no prospects whatever. That’s why—well—I shan’t marry anybody—unless its somebody with money.”
“I’ve a couple of thousand or so of my own——”