"You were sure he would make a fortune."
"But it was you who put the idea of marrying him into my head."
"I am to be made to bear the blame, of course. There is one hope, however,—he thinks you sixty-five."
"Ah! but he must be undeceived. You must tell him I am young and very beautiful."
"What madness is this, Virginia?"
"Trust me, Mr. Chelm, and do what I ask you."
"You will tell him?"
"If you insist."
"And I shall be in the other room and overhear it all. Stop, one thing more. In case he refuses, make him promise to come to see me this afternoon for a half hour. That at least he will not have the discourtesy to deny me. But only if he refuses, mind."