'I am awfully attached to her,' Dolly went on to say.
'That's all right.'
'Of course there are fellows who marry girls for their money. I've
known men who had married their grandmothers.'
'Not really!'
'That kind of thing. When a woman is old it does not much matter
who she is. But my one! She's not old!'
'Nor rich?'
'Well;--I don't know about that. But I'm not after her money. Pray
understand that. It's because I'm downright fond of her. She's an
American.'
'A what!' said Silverbridge, startled.
'You know her. That's the reason I've come to you. It's Miss
Boncassen.' A dark frown came across the young man's face. That
all this should be said to him was disgusting. That an owl like
that should dare to talk of loving Miss Boncassen was offensive to
him.
'It's because you know her that I've come to you. She thinks that
you're after her.' Dolly as he said this lifted himself quickly
up in his seat, and nodded his head mysteriously as he looked into
his companion's face. It was as much as though he should say, 'I
see you are surprised, but so it is.
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