The Woman: I am rich. Promise that if poverty should ever come to you, you will come to me.
The Girl (puzzled): I do not understand you at all!
The Woman: Promise!
The Girl: I promise; but—
The Woman: Thank you, Betty.
The Girl (growing serious): What is all this about, Grace? You look so earnest.
The Woman: Some day you will understand. Will you answer me one question, as a daughter would answer her mother?
The Girl (gravely): Yes.
The Woman: Would you marry a title for the title's sake?
The Girl (indignantly): I?