But might not Loulou herself believe that her father's money added something to her attractions?
He recognized that this feeling indicated a weakness, a want of self-reliance, but the idea that she might be capable of such a thought made him angry.

Her money did not attract him! On the contrary, it was an obstacle between them.

Why was she not a Moscow gypsy girl?
Just as young, and pretty, and charming, but uncultivated, and therefore ready for cultivation and capable of it; poor as a beggar, and therefore free from pretensions, but without knowledge of the world, and therefore without desire for it.

How happy they might both be then! Such thoughts ran riot in his brain, and he fell asleep only when the late winter sun shone through the curtains on his tired white face.
The winter went quickly by under amusements of all kinds.

Loulou had never known it so pleasant.