"What?"
He had left his sentence unfinished; he gave it a conclusion which one felt had not been originally intended.
"Well, I shall be in Queer Street."
He paused, and she was silent; she was thinking.
CHAPTER IV
[THE AVERNIAN SLOPE]
When she spoke again a quick observer might have noticed that in her voice there was a new intonation.
"Two hundred pounds is not such a very large sum."
"Isn't it? I'm glad you think so. It's a large sum to me; a lot too large. I've about as much chance of getting it as I have of getting the moon. And if I did get it I shouldn't be much forwarder so far as marriage is concerned. What's the use of my talking of marrying when I hardly earn enough to buy myself bread and cheese? and it's as certain as anything can be that in this place I never shall earn enough."
"Why not?"