“Ah! in that England of yours, women marry for wealth,” said Lena.
“Yes, in your Austria they have a better motive” he interpreted her sentiment.
“Say, in our Austria.”
“In our Austria, certainly.”
“And with our holy religion?”
“It is not yet mine.”
“It will be?” She put the question eagerly.
Wilfrid hesitated, and by his adept hesitation succeeded in throwing her off the jealous scent.
“Say that it will be, my Wilfrid!”
“You must give me time”