You ought to have stuck to the market-place until your business was settled." She nodded a thoughtful assent.

"Yes, that was my sad mistake," said she.

"However, I'm going to do my best to repair it." He reflected.

"You must marry money," he declared, as if it were a verdict.
"Either some one who's got it or some one who can get it." "Some one who's got it, I'd advise." "Bad advice," commented the girl, her hazel eyes gazing dreamily, languorously into the distance.

She looked a woman on romance bent, a woman without a mercenary thought in her head.