I wouldn't marry a man who wasn't nice for money.' 'Surely you couldn't marry a man unless you were in love with him ?' 'Certainly I could.

Money lasts, and love so often doesn't.' Helen continued to smile as she spoke.
There was now a tremor of pain in Althea's protest.

'Dear Miss Buchanan, I can't bear to hear you speak like that.

I can't bear to think of any one so lovely doing anything so sordid, so miserable, as making a _mariage de convenance_.' Tears rose to her eyes.
Miss Buchanan was again silent for a moment, and it was now her turn to look slightly confused.

'It's very nice of you to mind,' she said; and she added, as if to help Althea not to mind, 'But, you see, I am sordid; I am miserable.' 'Sordid?
Miserable?
Do you mean unhappy ?' Poor Althea gazed, full of her most genuine distress.
'Oh no; I mean in your sense.