"We're both of us far, far too rich. You know I have always despised very rich people."
"I'm sure I'll lose my bit in no time," said Alan, hopefully.
"On the other hand, I have never admired foolish people."
"I never said you were conceited, did I?" he retorted.
"You wouldn't have said a thing like that twenty-four hours ago,
Mr. Craig!"
"Twenty-four hours ago I would not have interrupted you for the world."
"What do you mean?"
"Look at the clock! Twenty-four hours ago, in that dark passage, you were whispering—"
"I wasn't!" cried Marjorie, blushing adorably. "Hold your tongue and talk about something sensible."
"Right! Do you think you could be ready to marry me next month?"