"So you have intended for some time to say this to me?"
"Since I first met you, a year ago," he answered. "You have two things that I want—as I have their complements."
She considered this a moment. "Forgive me," she said then, "but I am a very curious person—as well, it seems, as a very blind one. Would you mind telling me what are those two qualities that you imagine I possess, which you value so highly?"
"Breeding, first," he replied, "and all that it implies. You represent a stock."
She nodded gravely. "And the other desideratum?"
"Beauty. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."
"And—the complements of these things, that you possess?"
"Money," he answered. "And the power it gives—the accessories which a woman like you must have if she would really live. I think you don't doubt that my wife shall have these things."
She shook her head. "Not in the least. Indeed, I am sure she will. But you see, Mr. Craig, I happen to be not at all the sort of person you think I am—the kind you wish to marry."
"I'll risk that!" he flung her.