"When I am your wife, Gregory, I shall always appeal to your taste."
"Will you?" he said, rather frightened. "'Pon my honor, I hope you won't now."
"And I shall expect you to consult me about your wardrobe."
"What, about my trousers and coats? Really, that's very amusing; 'pon my honor it is."
"Don't you think I feel an interest in how my dear Gregory is dressed?"
"I don't know, I'm sure."
"But I do, and shall I tell you why?"
"If you want to."
"Because I love you," she said softly, and she rose from her chair, and crossing, laid her hand affectionately on his shoulder.
He shrank, just the least in the world, and felt annoyed, but didn't like to say so. She might be angry, and though he did not love her, he did want to marry her, and so escape from his money troubles.