You have rich relations--you could be rich yourself!" She looked him steadily in the face.
"You are wrong," she said, "I have no money.

I have not chosen a profession willingly--only because I am poor!" "Ah!" The monosyllable was mysterious to her.

But for the wild improbability of the thing she would have wondered whether indeed he knew her secret.
She brushed the idea away.

It was impossible.
"At least," he said, "you belong to these people." "Yes," she answered, "I am one of the poor young women of society." "And you would like," he continued, "to be one of the rich ones--to take your place amongst them on equal terms.

That is what you are looking forward to in life!" She laughed gaily.
"Of course I am! If there was the least little chance of it I should be delighted.