"You never know what mother's been up to," interrupted Kitty dryly.
"Much more likely father."
"What's the odds? Do have another piece of cake."
"No, thank you. But what did you say to the man?"
"The same as you. Don't stare so, you stupid dear. I said, No, thank you."
"That I knew. Of course you couldn't possibly marry a bloated creature from the Cape. I meant, in what terms did you put him in his place?"
"Oh, really," said Kitty, laughing, but without her recent merriment. "This is too prejudiced. I can't admit that mere residence in the Cape is a disqualification."
"Oh, yes, it is. Why do they go there? Only to make money. A person whose one idea in life is money can't be a nice person."
"But money isn't his one idea—now his one idea is matrimony. That is a joke. You ought to laugh."
"It makes me cry to think that some nice girl may be driven into marrying him just for his money."