“You are better than most Duke’s daughters. You will marry a Duke if you please, with that little saucy face of yours, and mints of money.”
“I hope I will not be married for my money,” said Marion: “though of course there’s something in that,” she added seriously. “I’ll not deny that it has to be reckoned with. Papa would not be pleased if all his work came to nothing, and I got just a nobody.”
“Like me,” said Eddy.
“I never said like you. There might be other things—Papa likes you, you see.”
“And you, May? Oh May, you little witch! I wish—I wish I only wanted to marry you for your money—then I should not feel it as I do now.”
“You wouldn’t like to marry me without my money,” Marion said.
“Wouldn’t I,—try me! though all the same I don’t know very well how we should live,” Eddy said.
“And I never said I would marry you at all—or any person,” said Marion. “Maybe I will never marry at all.”
“Oh that’s so likely!”
“Well it is not likely,” Marion admitted candidly, “but you never know what may happen. And,” she added, “if Archie is to be put out of his share, and everything come to me, then whether I liked it or not, I would have to think first what was doing most justice to papa.”