"It's easy enough for men with brains.

Go back into politics instead of idling your time away down in Blakely.

I mean it! I've no patience with men who have a right to a place in the world which they won't fill." "Surely," he remonstrated, "I may be allowed to choose the manner of my life!" "If you can afford to--yes," she answered.

"But I want one of two things.
The first seems to scare you to death even to think of.

The second is more money--a good deal more money." "But," he protested, "even if I did as you suggested, and went back into politics, it would be some time, if ever, before I should be any better off." "I will wait until that time comes," she answered, "provided that when it does, you share with me." Then Mannering understood.
"Upon my word," he exclaimed, "you are an apt conspirator indeed.