"Would he be happier if mated to another sinner? In that case you might do well to marry me--which I doubt."
"I don't. I'm disposed to think that ours would be an ideal union."
"I wonder."
"Neither would expect the other to be perfect; each would allow the other a wider range of liberty for purely selfish reasons."
"I say, wouldn't it be rather a joke if you were to throw over Stella and I were to throw over Tom and we were to marry each other?"
"I'd do it like a shot if it weren't for one drawback--that we both of us are penniless."
"That is a nuisance, since we are both of us so fond of what money stands for. If you had five thousand a year perhaps I might marry you after all."
"I'm sure you would."
"Pray why are you sure? You've a conceit!"
"I am sure."