"Indeed, when a thousand pounds--"

"You are worth fifty and a hundred times as much. Pooh!"

"That interjection doesn't answer my question."

"I don't think it is one which needs answering," said the young
man lightly; "there are more important things to talk about than
pounds, shillings, and sordid pence."

"Oh, indeed! Such as--"

"Love, on a day such as this is. Look at the sky, blue as your
eyes; at the sunshine, golden as your hair."

"Warm as your affection, you should say."

"Affection! So cold a word, when I love you."

"To the extent of one thousand pounds."

"Lucy, you are a--woman. That money did not buy your love, but
the consent of your step-father to our marriage. Had I not
humored his whim, he would have insisted upon your marrying
Random."

Lucy pouted again and in scorn.

"As if I ever would," said she.