After all, it would be rash to depend on her.

But _you_, Marian--you owe me much." "How much?
My life's blood ?" Mrs.Bethune lets her hands fall clasped upon her knees, and, leaning over them, looks at her aunt--such a wonderfully young aunt, with her yellow hair and her sparkling eyes! Marian's lips have taken a cynical turn; her smile now is unpleasant.
"What a hideous expression!" says Lady Rylton, shuddering.

"You spoil yourself, Marian; you do indeed.

You will never make a good marriage if you talk like that.

'Life's blood'!--_detestable!"_ "I don't desire a good marriage, as _you_ regard it." Lady Rylton sits suddenly quite upright.
"If you mean marriage with Maurice," says she, "put that out of your head.