I couldn't marry just money.

There would have to be some kind of a man to go with it.

Someone interesting enough to make me forget sometimes that I'd thrown away a lover for a pocket-book." "Would you marry me, Kitty ?" "Are you serious ?" "Let's suppose I am." "No.

I couldn't marry you, Cutty I should always be having my mother's ghost as a rival." "But supposing I fell in love with you ?" "Then I'd always be doubting your constancy.

But what queer talk!"' "Kitty, you're a joy! Lordy, my luck in dropping in to see you yesterday!" "And a little whippersnapper like me calling a great man like you Cutty!" "Well, if it embarrasses you, you might switch to papa once in a while." Kitty's laughter rang down the corridor.