She felt that the very honour of their sex--hers and Helen's--was on trial in her person.

She might not be as lovely as her friend--though she might be; that wasn't a matter for her to inquire into; but as woman--as well-bred, highly educated, refined and gentle woman--she, too, was chooser, and not seeker.
'Only one delightful person is in love with me at this moment, I'm sorry to say,' she answered, smiling back; 'but I've had very nearly my proper share in the past.' It had been necessary thus to deck poor Franklin out if her standpoint were to be maintained; and, indeed, could not one deem him delightful, in some senses--in moral senses; he surely was delightfully good.

The little effort to see dear Franklin's goodness as delightful rather discomposed her, and as Miss Buchanan asked no further question as to the one delightful suitor, the little confusion mounted to her eyes and cheeks.

She wondered if she had spoken tastelessly, and hastened away from this personal aspect of the question.
'You don't really mean--I'm sure you don't mean that you would marry just for money.' Miss Buchanan kept her ambiguous eyes half merrily, half pensively upon her.

'Of course, if he were very nice.