"She knows everything, and she is willing to wait for two years until I come in for my money."
"How considerate of her. She must love you very much, Ferdy, to be willing to accept you with a paltry two thousand a year."
"She does love me," said Ferdy, with sulky dignity.
"And you love her?"
"Yes, I do."
"What about your love for Prudence?"
"I love her, but in a different way."
Clarice laughed. "Really, Ferdy, you must have a large heart. Why not turn Turk or Mormon?"
"It's all very well to laugh," said Ferdy, with a wounded air; "but if you had been chucked by one you loved, you would seek love elsewhere. I am certain of that."
"Ah. You judge me by yourself. Well, then, Ferdy, suppose I refuse to allow you to marry Zara?"