"I should think we might; we might start on three hundred; I should like to have the chance."
"I'd be willing. And how much would it cost to furnish a house?"
"I've a few sticks in those rooms of mine."
"I know; I also know what kind of sticks they are--we shouldn't want them."
"There at last we are agreed. I suppose that to furnish the kind of house we should want to start with would make a hole in a couple of hundred--you probably know more about that sort of thing than I do. But, my dear Elaine, what is the use of our playing at fairy tales? You haven't five shillings in the world, and I've only just enough to take me clear away, and to keep the breath in my body while I have one look round."
Again there was an interval of silence, which was broken by her in a scarcely audible whisper.
"That--that was what I was trying to explain; what--I said to you yesterday was--to prove you."
"What particular thing did you say? I haven't a notion what you mean."
"Every girl likes to be--wooed for herself alone."
"Of course she does, and it's dead certain you'll never be wooed for anything but your own sweet self; I've known you, and all about you, long enough to be aware that you're no heiress."