"You can't make me angry, Lucy, because my heart bleeds for you."
"Nonsense! trash! I don't want your heart to bleed. I don't believe you've
got a heart. You've got money; I know that."
"And he has got none. If I did not love him, why should I wish to give him
all that I have? Is not that disinterested?"
"No. You are always thinking of yourself. You couldn't be disinterested."
"And of whom are you thinking? Are you doing the best for him--a man in
his position, without money, ambitious, sure to succeed, if want of money
does not stop him--in wishing him to marry a girl with nothing? Cannot I
do more for him than you can?"
"I could work for him on my knees, I love him so truly."
"Would that do him any service? He cannot marry you. Does he ever see you?
Does he write to you as though you were to be his wife? Do you not know
that it is all over?--that it must be over? It is impossible that he
should marry you. But if you will give him back his word, he shall be my
husband, and shall have all that I possess. Now, let us see who loves him
best."
"I do," said Lucy.
"How will you show it?"
"There is no need that I should show it.
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