"Frank and I are almost beggars." "What an accursed thing money is," he exclaimed, jumping up from his chair.
"I don't agree with you at all.

It is a very comfortable thing." "How is anybody who has got it to know if anybody cares for him ?" "You must find that out.

There is such a thing I suppose as real sympathy." "You tell me to my face that you and Tregear would have been lovers only that you are both poor." "I never said anything of the kind." "And that he is to be passed on to my sister because it is supposed that she will have some money." "You are putting words into my mouth which I never spoke, and ideas into my mind which I never thought." "And of course I feel the same about myself.

How can a fellow help it?
I wish you had a lot of money, I know." "It is very kind of you;--but why ?" "Well;--I can't explain myself," he said, blushing as was his wont.
"I daresay it wouldn't make any difference." "It would make a great difference to me.

As it is, having none, and knowing as I do that papa and Percival are getting things into a worse mess every day, I am obliged to hope that I may some day marry a man who has got an income." "I suppose so," said he, still blushing, but frowning at the same time.
"You see I can be very frank with a real friend.