"No! I've got a consumptive nephew with a consumptive family.

He ought to have been hung for marrying, but I've got to send them all to Davos this winter.

No, I can't, Marcus; I can't--I'm too poor." But her eyes caressed the shining thing.
Daphne bent forward.

"If the Duchess has _really_ made up her mind, Mr.
Marcus, I will take it.

It would just suit me!" Marcus started on his chair.