| Author: | Fergus Hume | ISBN: | 9788827511237 |
| Publisher: | Skyline | Publication: | November 5, 2017 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Fergus Hume |
| ISBN: | 9788827511237 |
| Publisher: | Skyline |
| Publication: | November 5, 2017 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
“ I am very angry,” pouted the maid. “ In heaven’s name, why?” questioned the bachelor. “ You have, so to speak, bought me.” “ Impossible: your price is prohibitive.” “ 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.
“ I am very angry,” pouted the maid. “ In heaven’s name, why?” questioned the bachelor. “ You have, so to speak, bought me.” “ Impossible: your price is prohibitive.” “ 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.
