Instead, she said, "It isn't the expense, after all, that disturbs you, is it ?" He smiled confession.

"No." "I know it's snobbish of me to long for finery so much that I'm even willing to live in another person's and show off in it," she sighed.
"But--I'm learning gradually." He colored.

Unconsciously she had put into her tone--and this not for the first time, by any means--a suggestion that there wasn't the slightest danger of his wearying of waiting, that she could safely take her time in getting round to sensible ideas and to falling in love with him.

His eyes had the look of the veiled amusement that deliberately shows through, as he said, "That's good.

I'll try to be patient." It was her turn to color.