She had hit the exact reason.

Having a great deal of money, he wanted more--enough to make the grandest kind of splurge in a puddle where splurge was everything.

"Rather, because you are too intelligent," drawled he.

"I want somebody who'd fit into my melting moods, not a woman who'd make me ashamed by seeming to sit in judgment on my folly." "A man mustn't have too much respect for a woman if he's to fall utterly in love with her--must he ?" Arkwright smiled constrainedly.

He liked cynical candor in men, but only pretended to like it in women because bald frankness in women was now the fashion.