"Do you know how much?"
"No, I haven't the slightest idea."
"Not that you've got millions—millions!"
"If my millions are as impalpable as my broomstick they won't hurt me much," he laughed. And then soberly: "Say, Una, you seem to know a lot more about me than I know about myself."
"I think I do," she returned. "For instance, of course, you couldn't guess that half the match-making mammas of the county are already setting their caps for you."
He looked bewildered at that, I'm sure.
"Do you know," he said, "that I haven't the slightest idea what you're talking about."
"Of course," she laughed. "I forgot. They want to marry you to their daughters."
"Marry! Me! You're joking."
I think he must have seemed really alarmed.