See?
Wot's wrong with that?
I've done everything for you up to date; now it's your turn.

Simple, isn't it?
P'raps I ought to have explained things differently, but it didn't occur to me you'd hobject to bein' the wife of a millionaire, even if 'e is a doddrin' owd idiot to talk of marryin' agin." "Oh, uncle!" With a wail of despair, the girl sank back and covered her face with her hands.

Now that she believed the incredible, she could utter no protest.

The sacrifice demanded was too great.

In that bitter moment she would have welcomed poverty, prayed even for death, as the alternative to marriage with the man to whom she was being sold.
Verity leaned over the table again and finished the glass of port.
This time there was no lip-smacking, or other aping of the connoisseur.
He was angry, almost alarmed.