"No," he said gently, "no."
"You see how hopeless I am?"
"I see what my responsibility would be if I left you to yourself."
"And—what do you want to do?"
"I want to provide for you and your future."
"Dear Robert, you can't possibly provide—for either."
"I can. I've got a little house in the country, if you'll take it, and I can spare enough out of my income."
She smiled.
"You can't afford it."