He scanned her fiercely, the plain, costly gown, the ruby blazing on her ungloved hand.

Then he glanced down at his own shabby Sunday suit.

She was the richest woman in Delaware, and he had not a dollar in his pocket, and no way to earn one.
He went up to her, courteously took her hand when she held it out, blushing and dimpling, bowed to her aunt, saying that he had merely walked over to put her into her carriage, and, having shut the door, looked after them, hat in hand, smiling when she glanced shyly back at him.
Then he laughed loudly.

If he had the salary that she paid her negro driver he would be lucky! And he had meant to marry her.

He laughed again and took his way homeward..