Lala Roy says so." "I will pretend to be poor--indeed, I am poor.

I have nothing.

If it were not for my cousin, I could not even profess to follow Art." "What a pity," she said, "that you are rich! Lala Roy was rich once." Arnold repressed an inclination to desire that Lala Roy might be kept out of the conversation.
"But he gave up all his wealth and has been happy, and a philosopher, ever since." "I can't give up my wealth, Iris, because I haven't got any--I owe my cousin everything.

But for her, I should never even have known you." He watched her at her work in the morning when she sat patiently answering questions, working out problems, and making papers.

She showed him the letters of her pupils, exacting, excusing, petulant--sometimes dissatisfied and even ill-tempered, he watched her in the afternoon while she sewed or read.