He shook his head.
"You do me injustice," he said; "no man has so high an opinion of your sex, madam, as I have."
"I doubt it—you deceive yourself."
"Excuse me, but I do not."
"You are one of the lords of creation," said Philippa satirically.
"A very poor lord," he replied calmly.
"Are you poor?" asked Philippa as coolly.
"Yes, madam."
"But you design being rich some day?"
"Yes, madam, if my brain serves me."