"Never was man better to a woman than I will try to be to you."
"Suppose--suppose dad did it because he was ruined?"
"My dear girl, as you are aware, I was not in your father's confidence--still, I am pretty nearly certain that, commercially, it will be found that he was all right. Yet, should it turn out that he was even worse than penniless, it will not make a mite of difference in my love for you."
"You are sure?"
"Absolutely. Aren't you?"
"I do believe you care for me a little, or--I shouldn't be here."
"A little! You--you bad girl; you dearest, sweetest of darlings! Between ourselves, if it does turn out that you're no richer than I am, I shan't be sorry. He never did want you to have anything to do with me. I might have won him over if he had lived; you know, I believe he was commencing to like me a little better. I'm not sure that I wouldn't sooner have you without his money; I should feel as if I were playing the game."
"It will be horrid if he has left nothing; it will perhaps mean a scandal, and things are bad enough as they are."
"I see what you have in your mind, but I assure you you need not have the slightest fear. I'll stake my own integrity that in all matters of business your father had the highest sense of honour. I'll be willing to write myself down a rogue if it can be shown that he ever deviated in any particular from the highest standard of commercial rectitude."
"I hope you're right."