"Yes, I mean we'd be rich."
She stopped to consider him thoughtfully. A good-looking man, too well dressed; a dull man, too conscious of worldly success; a shy man, too shy not to be over-bold at times. A youngish man still, too pompous to be youthful.
"Would you like to marry a woman who doesn't love you?" she asked him curiously.
"I'd like to marry you, Elizabeth."
"But why? I can't imagine why anyone should want to marry me."
"I want to marry you because you're everything I love. My dear Elizabeth, if you were seventy I should still love you."
"You think so now, because I'm not seventy."
"Look here;" he said suddenly. "Is it still Joan that's stopping you?"
She stiffened. "I said I didn't love you, isn't that enough?"
He continued in his train of thought. "Because if it is Joan, you know, just think how we could help her, in her career, I mean. She'll need money and I have at least got that. If you'll marry me, Elizabeth, I swear I'll do more for that girl than I'd do for my own sister. Say you'll marry me, Elizabeth——"