Something vague yet sure was forming in his brain, something that grew to comprehension before he spoke.
"By Jove, Anne," he muttered, "I am beginning to understand.

You wouldn't marry a _young_ man for his money.

It has to be an old man, an incredibly old man.

I see!" "I would not marry a young man, Simmy, for anything but love," she said simply.

"I would not live for years with a man unless I loved him, be he poor or rich.