"Yes," he replied; "she assures me that she has no talent at all in that way. You who are so clever, Miss West, might afford to pity her."
"I do, but not because she can not draw," said Leonora.
"Why, then?"
"Because, for all her high birth and proud position, she will have to sell herself for money."
The shot told. She saw his cheek grow red.
"Mrs. West has been telling her these things. I wish to Heaven she had held her tongue!" he thought, bitterly. But aloud he said, lightly: "Perhaps you may find it expedient to do the same thing, Miss West."
"To do what?" she inquired.
"To marry for money," he replied.
"And you think it would be expedient?" she inquired, drawing her delicate black brows together in a vexed little frown.