I should have told you again--that I love you--that you might again enjoy the joke." She stamped her foot impatiently.
"Of course," she said, "you are cleverer than I--you can be sarcastic, and say things I do not know how to answer." "You can at least answer my question--Mademoiselle." She turned and faced me with angry eyes.
"Well--then.

I do not like the ways of English gentlemen." "Ah!" "You told me that you were not poor, but rich--that you had not become my father's secretary because such a situation was necessary, but--but for quite another reason." "Yes." "And I learn immediately afterwards from Mr.Gayerson that you are penniless, and must work for your living." "Merely because Alfred Gayerson knew more than I did," I replied.

"I did not know that my father in the heat of a passing quarrel had made such a will--or, indeed, could make it if he so desired.

I was not aware of this when I spoke to you--and, knowing it now, I must ask you to consider my words unsaid.

You may be sure that I shall not refer to them again, even with the hope of making you merry." She laughed suddenly.
"Oh," she said, "I find plenty to amuse me--thank you.