Andrew looked toward it gloomily.
"Do you wonder," he asked, "that a man is sometimes depressed who is born the heir to a house like that, and to fortunes very similar ?" "Are you poor ?" she asked him.

"I thought perhaps you were, as your brother tried to make love to me." He frowned impatiently at her words.
"For Heaven's sake, child," he said, "don't be so cynical! Don't fancy that every kind word that is spoken to you is spoken for your wealth.
There are sycophants enough in the world, Heaven knows, but there are men there as well.

Give a few the credit of being honest.

Try and remember that you are--" He looked at her and away again toward the sea.
"That you are," he repeated, "young enough and attractive enough to win kind words for your own sake." "Then," she whispered, leaning towards him, "I do not think that I am very fortunate." "Why not ?" he asked.
"Because," she answered, "one person who might say kind things to me, and whom my money would never influence a little bit in the world, does not say them." "Are you sure," he asked, "that you believe that there is any one in the world who would be content to take you without a penny ?" She shook her head.
"Not that," she said sadly.

"I am not what you call conceited enough for that, but I would like to believe that I might have a kind word or two on my own account." She tried hard to see his face, but he kept it steadfastly turned away.
She sighed.