'Oh, I don't deny that the money is tempting.

I'm not such a pauper as I once was, thanks to you.

I seem to have some money in the bank--astonishing situation! And--there's a jolly good sale at Christie's coming on.' He looked at her half-shamefaced, half-ready to resent it if she laughed at him.
Her eyes laughed.
'I thought you'd forgotten that.

I saw you mark the catalogue.' 'Beech and oak between two and three hundred years old--in exchange for Greek gems, between two and three thousand.

Well--I'll consider it.