"But, if it's ours, I have something to say about it, and I won't let you."
"Why not?" he asked, smiling at her pretty assumption.
"Because I think it would be horrid of you to sell it after all the years you spent looking for it."
"I wasn't looking for it on its own account, dear; I was looking for it because of what it would bring me."
"I wish you'd take me to see it."
"It's a dull place, Muriel."
"I wish you'd take me. I wouldn't find it dull."
"I shall take you to France instead."
"To sell the mine?"
"To try."