I'm not a conceited fellow--am I now?
I shouldn't say this to any one else.

I'm simply convinced of its being a fact." Warburton declared his emphatic agreement.
"Seeing that," he added, "why are you in such a hurry?
Your millionaire grocer is but a steppingstone; who knows but you may soon chum with dukes?
If any man living ought to be cautious about his marriage, it's you." The artist examined his friend with a puzzled smile.
"I should like to know, Warburton, how much of this is satire, and how much serious advice.

Perhaps it's all satire--and rather savage ?" "No, no, I'm speaking quite frankly." "But, look here, there's the awkward fact that I really have gone rather far with the Crosses." Will made a movement of all but angry impatience.
"Do you mean," he asked quickly, "that _she_ has committed herself in any way ?" "No, that she certainly hasn't," was Franks, deliberate reply, in a voice as honest as the smile which accompanied it.
"My advice then is--break decently off, and either do what I suggested, or go and amuse yourself with millionaire Sir Luke, and extend your opportunities." Franks mused.
"You are serious about Rosamund ?" he asked, after a glance at Warburton's set face.
"Think it over," Will replied, in a rather hard voice.

"I saw the thing like that.

Of course, it's no business of mine; I don't know why I interfere; every man should settle these matters in his own way.