She has a right to expect--an--establishment." "You mean money ?" Keith asked, a little hoarsely.
"Why, not in the way in which you put it; but what money stands for--comforts, luxuries, position.

Now, don't go and distress yourself about this.

You are nothing but a silly boy.

You fancy yourself in love with my daughter because she is the only pretty girl about here." "She is not; but she is the prettiest I know," ejaculated Keith, bitterly.
"You think that, and so you fancy you are in love with her." "It is no fancy; I am," asserted Keith, doggedly.

"I would be in love with her if she were as ugly as--as she is beautiful." "Oh, no, you wouldn't," declared Mrs.Yorke, coolly.