"I am content."
"Yes, and for how long?"
She made an exclamation. "Have I worn out the poor gentleman already?"
"Would you keep yourself for me? Will you wait?"
"Why, what have we to wait for now?"
"Till I am something more than this shabby usher."
"I despise you when you talk so." Her face flamed. "Fie, what's a word and a coat? You have lived with me in your arms. You are what I make of you then. Is it enough, Harry, is it not enough?"
"I'll come to your arms something better before I come again. I am off to France."
"Ah!" Then she studied him for a little while. "You meant to run away, then. Oh, brave Harry! Oh, wise! Pray, are you not ashamed?"
"Yes, shame's the only wear."