"That's--that's where you're wrong."
"Wrong! Elaine, where's the joke?"
"I--I am an heiress; of course, in a very moderate way."
"What do you call an heiress? when yesterday you told me that you didn't possess five shillings!"
"That was said to try you."
Raising her eyes she looked him boldly in the face; there in the bright moonlight they could see each other almost as clearly as if it had been high noon.
"To try me? You're beyond me altogether; Elaine, are you pulling my leg?"
"I have about two thousand pounds."
"Two thousand pounds! Great Scott! where did you get it from? I didn't know there was so much money in all your family."
"There, again, you were mistaken. I got it from an aunt who died--not long ago."