"Better not ask," murmured Ezra. "Curiosity is a vice. Remember Adam and Eve, Bluebeard's wife, etcetera. Take the goods the gods bestow, and don't try to find out where they come from; but now you are rich, you'll be giving up the shop."
"No, I'll stay on for a time till I find that the five hundred is really and truly mine. Who knows, some day it may take to itself wings and fly."
"It certainly would with some young men," said Ezra; "but I don't think you are that sort."
"You are right. I want to save up all my money for Eugénie."
"Ah! you are going to marry her?"
"When I get rich. Yes."
"You won't marry her if Caprice can help it."
"Why?" disbelievingly.
"Because she's fallen in love with you, and her love, like the gifts of the Danaes, is fatal.
"Rubbish. I'm not a child. Caprice will never take my heart from Eugénie."