"No man in his senses would want a dot with you."
"He wouldn't get much money out of my father, anyhow," she said. "He's a poor man who has to work hard for his living; and I love him better than anyone in the whole wide world."
"I'd like to meet him," Le Breton remarked.
"So you will, if you behave yourself. He's coming out here very soon."
"What constitutes behaving myself?" he asked. "People have never complained of my behaviour so far."
Pansy knew he was arrogant and overbearing. By his own telling, she guessed he was inclined to be wild. She suspected him of having little or no respect for women, although he had been unfailingly courteous to her.
"I might complain if I had much to do with you, though," she said.
"It would be refreshing, to say the least," he remarked, with a slight smile hovering on his lips. "And what would you complain of especially?"
"You need a lot of reforming in quite a few ways."
"Tell me, and I'll endeavour to mould myself according to your ideals," he said with laughter.