"Well—well—" and the doctor hesitated.
"Well, go on. Tell me all about it."
"It's this way, Miss Doane. I'm only a poor doctor without much of a practise, and it'll take me several years to work into a good one. And Daphne—you know how she has been brought up—and the kind of things she is used to having—and the crowd she goes with—"
"What's that got to do with it?"
"I—you must see, Miss Doane—that I can't give Daphne the things she is used to and that she'd quite likely expect as a matter of course—not that she is any more mercenary than any of the rest of the girls of her set, but she doesn't understand not being rich—she has never known anything else—"
"Oh, stuff and nonsense! I know Daphne."
"Yes, but her people; her father—and, O Lord, Miss Doane—her mother—"
"I confess she is some pill to take; but there's one consolation—you don't have to live with your mother-in-law in these times, and you ain't marryin' the hull family. Is that all?"
"No—but, then—"
"But then what? There is somethin' else?"