"So are you, to care a damn for me," he said. "I never thought you did. I can't think why you do."
She took his face between her hands, looking up at him a little mistily. "I like savage creatures."
"Bull-terriers and Stephen Herriard."
"That's it. What do you see in me? I'm an ill-favoured woman, my love, and you will have to confront my ugly mug across your breakfast-table all the days of your life."
"You have a beautiful plainness, Mathilda. Your eyes laugh, too. Did you know?"
"No, I didn't know. Tell me more!"
He laughed, and, pulling her hand through his arm, held it, and strolled on with her across the spongy turf. "I shan't be able to offer you this for your home."
"It's all right with me. But you love it. You ought to have it."
"Don't think I could keep it up as things are. It will be sold, anyway, and the proceeds split between the three Of us."
"You couldn't buy it in?"