"He ought to be only too honoured by your being willing to think of him. In my young days a man of his class would not have had a chance."
"Millionaires get their chance nowadays."
"Then why doesn't he take it?"
"Because," said Anne, her lip quivering, "he thinks I like him for his money. He has got that firmly screwed into his head."
"As if a woman like you would do such a thing."
"Women extremely like me are doing such things all the time. How is he to know I am different?"
"He must be a fool."
"He does not look like one."
"No," said Mrs Trefusis meditatively, "I must own he does not. He has a bullet head. I saw him once at the Duchess of Dundee's last summer. He was pointed out to me as the biggest thing in millionaires since Barnato. But I must confess he was the very last person in the world whom I should have thought you would have looked at—for himself, I mean."