Don't ask me to say anything more, dear old boy.

I'm just a rotter, so let it go at that." "You're nothing of the sort," he exclaimed, seizing her hand.

"You're nothing of the sort!" "Oh, yes, I am," she said wearily.
"See here, Anne," he said earnestly, "why not take me?
If it's a matter of money, and nothing else, why not take me?
That's what I mean.

That's just what I wanted to explain to you.

Think it over, Anne.