And as you say, I can't accept money.

There is a pride in me that rejects the whole thing; but it may be the same fool pride that has cut away my friends.

I ought to fall on your neck with joy: and here I am trying to look round corners! You are my father's friend, my mother's, mine.

Why shouldn't I accept the proposition?
You are alone, too.

You have a perfect right to do as you please with your money, and I have an equally perfect right to accept your gifts.