If I marry an old woman for her money, I have no occasion to be a hypocrite; we both know that our marriage is a mere matter of form.

But if I make a young woman my wife because I want her money, and if that young woman happens to be worth a straw, I must deceive her and disgrace myself by shamming love.

That, my boy, you may depend upon it, I will never do." Dick's face suddenly brightened with a mingled expression of relief and triumph.
"Ha! my mercenary friend," he burst out, "there's something mixed up in this business which is worthier of you than anything I have heard yet.
Stop! I'm going to be clever for the first time in my life.

A man who talks of love as you do, must have felt love himself.

Where is the young one and the pretty one?
And what has she done, poor dear, to be deserted for an old woman?
Good God! how you look at me! I have hurt your feelings--I have been a greater fool than ever--I am more ashamed of myself than words can say!" Beaucourt stopped him there, gently and firmly.
"You have made a very natural mistake," he said.