A glittering little mob of fire-flies danced above her head like a net of jewels.
"Oh, you talk so strangely!" she said--"You forget!--I am a poor girl--I have no money--" "Neither has he,"-- and Gwent gave a short laugh.

"But he could make a million dollars to-morrow--if he chose.

Having only himself to consider, he DOESN'T choose! If he had YOU, he'd change his opinion.
Seaton's not the man to have a wife without keeping her in comfort.

I tell you again, you can be the making of him.

You can save his life!" She clasped her hands nervously.