"No." "Ah, don't say that.

You're not going to send me away, Penny-plain ?" "Don't you see," said Jean, "I mustn't _let_ myself care for you, for it's quite impossible that I could ever marry you.

It's no good even speaking about such a thing.

We belong to different worlds." "If you mean my stupid title, don't let that worry you.

A second and the Socialists alter that! A title means nothing in these days." "It isn't only your title: it's everything--oh, can't you _see_ ?" "Jean, dear, let's talk it over quietly.