"I beg you won't do that!" said I, wiping my face.
"But I like to, Peregrine."
"Why, pray?"
"Because you are such—oh, such a Peregrine!"
"That sounds ridiculous, Diana!"
"But means a lot, Peregrine. But tell me, if you can make your wife a real lady, you must be a gentleman and rich—are you?"
"I shall have a sufficiently comfortable fortune when I come of age."
"You will be rich and grand—like your aunt?"
"I suppose so."
"Without working for it?"