"Austin! What do you mean?"
He evaded her question, smiling, bought her an enormous bouquet, and then suggested that if her destination was not too far away they should walk. She dismissed the smiling Andre, and walked beside Austin in silence for a few minutes hoping that he would explain without being asked again.
"Did you say you were going to Tiffany's to buy furniture—I thought
Tiffany's was a jewelry store, and in the opposite direction?"
"It is. I'm going to the Tiffany Studios—quite a different place.
Austin—don't tease me—do tell me what you mean?"
"Why? Surely you're not marrying me for my money!"
"Good gracious, you plague like a little boy! Please!"
"Well, a great-aunt who lived in Seattle, and whom I haven't seen in ten years, has died and left me all her property!"
"How much?"
"Mercy, Sylvia, how mercenary you are! Enough so you won't have to buy my cigars and shoe-strings—aren't you glad?"
"Of course, but I wish you'd stop fooling and tell me all about it."