Ellen had given him his choice; he must promise a larger dividend or buy her shares at something over their market price.

This, of course, was impossible, but he imagined she did not know how poor he was.
"I can't buy," he said.

"I must trust my luck and fighting power.
Although we have had stormy meetings and rates are bad, the line is running yet." "If you haven't enough money, why don't you ask your wife?
She's rich and hasn't risked much of her capital in the line." "That is so," Cartwright agreed.

Ellen meant to be nasty but he must be cool.

"Although my wife is rich, I don't use her money." "You're not logical, and sometimes your fastidiousness isn't very marked.