You see, if he could get even a hundred pounds down for his book he would be richer than I am, and it would be all right.

He'd never marry me with nothing at all of his own." "Yet _you_ would marry him ?" "I'm not sure that I would," and she lifted her hand with a prettily proud gesture.

"You see, David, I really love him! And my love is too strong and deep for me to be so selfish as to wish to drag him down.

I wouldn't have him lower his own self-respect for the world!" "Love is greater than self-respect!" said Helmsley.
"Oh, David! You know better than that! There's no love _without_ self-respect--no real love, I mean.

There are certain kinds of stupid fancies called love--but they've no 'wear' in them!" and she laughed.
"They wouldn't last a month, let alone a lifetime!" He sighed a little, and his lips trembled nervously.
"I'm afraid, my dear,--I'm afraid I shall not live to see you married!" he said.
She left her lace frame and came to his side.
"Don't say that, David! You mustn't think it for a moment.