I'm not unsophisticated enough to
please them. And I haven't money enough to make them overlook such
defects as maturity and intelligence--in fact, I've no money at
all."
"You were never so good-looking in your life," said Grant. "I
recall you were rather homely as a child and merely nice and
fresh-looking when you came out. You're one of those that improve
with time."
"Thanks," said the girl dryly. She was in no mood for the barren
blossom of non-marrying men's compliments.
"The trouble with you is the same as with me," pursued he. "We've
both spent our time with the young married set, where marriage is
regarded as a rather stupid joke. You ought to have stuck to the
market-place until your business was settled."
She nodded a thoughtful assent. "Yes, that was my sad mistake,"
said she. "However, I'm going to do my best to repair it."
He reflected. "You must marry money," he declared, as if it were a
verdict.
"Either some one who's got it or some one who can get it."
"Some one who's got it, I'd advise."
"Bad advice," commented the girl, her hazel eyes gazing dreamily,
languorously into the distance. She looked a woman on romance
bent, a woman without a mercenary thought in her head.
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