“No, but I would be rich, perhaps, if you would tell me where the gold in the ring was found.”
“My father gave it to me,” she replied quietly.
“Mimosa, would you love me if I were rich?”
“Perhaps I should be afraid of you if you were.”
“Would you love me if I remained poor as I am now?”
“Yes, always.”
“And if I became sick and could not care for you, what then?”
“I would care for you, Martin.”
“I have brought back the ring, Mimosa, that you may give it to the man who shall make you his bride.”
“And would you like to keep the ring yourself, Martin?”