"You don't mean--" she began, in amazement.
"Yes," he cried passionately.

"I love you.

Will you be my wife ?" ("I am lost!") "Gracious!" exclaimed Mrs.Jerry; and then, on reflection, she became indignant.

"I would not have believed it of you," she said scornfully.
"Is it my money, or what?
I am not at all clever, so you must tell me." With Tommy, of course, it was not her money.

Except when he had Elspeth to consider, he was as much a Quixote about money as Pym himself; and at no moment of his life was he a snob.
"I am sorry you should think so meanly of me," he said with dignity, lifting his hat; and he would have got away then (which, when you come to think of it, was what he wanted) had he been able to resist an impulse to heave a broken-hearted sigh at the door.
"Don't go yet, Mr.Sandys," she begged.