'Surely you don't want money!' he exclaimed.
'I always want money.

My tastes are expensive.

I have nothing but my poor little four hundred a year--and the wreck that is left of the other money: about two hundred pounds in circular notes--no more.' Francis knew that she was referring to the ten thousand pounds paid by the insurance offices.

'All those thousands gone already!' he exclaimed.
She blew a little puff of air over her fingers.

'Gone like that!' she answered coolly.
'Baron Rivar ?' She looked at him with a flash of anger in her hard black eyes.
'My affairs are my own secret, Mr.Westwick.I have made you a proposal--and you have not answered me yet.