Rash, I admit.

But, as the chances go, he's tremendously rich.

He may mean it." "What ?" asked Emilia.
"Marry you, you know." "Ah, what a torture!" In that heat of her feelings she realized the horror of the words to her, with an intensity that made them seem to quiver like an arrow in her breast.
"You don't like him ?" said Mr.Pole.
"Not love him! not love him!" "Yes, yes, but that comes after marriage.

Often the case.

Look here: don't you go against your interests.