"Hey?" said Mrs. Starling.
"I hope he'll get cured of it, mother, if he is."
"Why?"
"I don't know why," said Diana, half laughing, "except that he had better be sweet on some one else."
"He's a nice fellow."
"Yes, I think he is; as they go."
"And he'll be very well off, Diana."
"He's no match for me, then, mother; for I am well off now."
"No, you ain't, child," said Mrs. Starling. "We have enough to live on, but that's all."
"What more does anybody want?"