“When you are married you will have money and credit too. In the meanwhile here are ten sequins for you.”
He went away in high glee at such a windfall.
I gave Zenobia some lace to do up, and asked her if she was afraid of having a jealous husband.
“He is neither jealous nor amorous,” she replied. “He is only marrying me because I earn more than he does.”
“With your charms I should have thought you might have made a better match.”
“I have waited long enough; I have got tired of maidenhood. Besides, he is sharp if he is not handsome, and perhaps a keen head is better than a handsome face.”
“You are sharp enough yourself, anyhow. But why does he put off the wedding?”
“Because he hasn’t got any money, and wants to have a fine wedding for his relations to come to. I should like it myself.”
“I think you are right; but I can’t see why you should not let an honest man kiss your hand.”
“That was only a piece of slyness to let you know I was to be married. I have no silly prejudices myself.”