And I might have--but for one thing." "What's that ?" she asked, with sudden interest.
"My miserable poverty.

If I only had money--money"-- "Money!" she exclaimed, turning away almost angrily.

Then she added, with the coldness which she did not often use, but which, when she did, chilled and checked him--"I don't understand you." He pointed with a bitter smile down to the sands.
"Look at that gold of the sunset in the pools the tide has left.

It is the most glorious colour in nature, but it makes me miserable by reminding me of the metal it takes its name from." She looked at him with eyes which had in them a strange wonder, sad at first, then full of scorn, of indignation.

And then she laughed, drawing herself away from him.