Old Morrison's lent me a hundred pounds, Phoebe!' He enjoyed her amazement.
'A hundred pounds!' she repeated, faintly.

'And however are we going to repay all that ?' He drew her back to him triumphantly.
'Why, you silly child, I'm going to earn it, of course--and a deal more.

Don't you hinder me, Phoebe! and I shall be a rich man before we can look round, and you'll be a lady--with a big house--and your carriage, perhaps!' He kissed her vehemently, as though to coerce her into agreeing with him.
But she released herself.
'You and I'll _never_ be rich.

We don't know how.' 'Speak for yourself, please.' He stretched out his right hand, laughing.

'Look at that hand.