“Unfortunate, you call it?”
“Unfortunate,” she repeated, “for if those two men had been half as clever as I thought they were, they wouldn’t have bungled the matter, and I should have been able to make a real start in life.”
“With my money?”
“Yes, but not given by you. Taken from you!”
“Miss Bultiwell,” Jacob asked wistfully, “are you never going to get rid of this ridiculous prejudice against me?”
“Never!”
“You know—that I admire you more than any one else in the world?”
“I am glad to hear it, if it makes you uncomfortable.”
“It makes me unhappy.”
“Then I’m glad you find me attractive,” she declared. “I only wish I had really beautiful clothes and were far better looking. Then you might suffer more.”