“Why the deuce do you come to me?”
“Because,” she said softly, “you’re the only one I can go to, and, King, it’s a big decision.”
“I don’t see why you want to marry him,” he said slowly. “He’s got money, I suppose.” She nodded. “Much?”
“How much should you say?”
“Oh, forty or fifty thousand.”
“More than that.”
“A hundred.”
“Higher.”
“Come off!”