'Only one delightful person is in love with me at this moment, I'm sorry
to say,' she answered, smiling back; 'but I've had very nearly my proper
share in the past.' It had been necessary thus to deck poor Franklin out
if her standpoint were to be maintained; and, indeed, could not one deem
him delightful, in some senses--in moral senses; he surely was
delightfully good. The little effort to see dear Franklin's goodness as
delightful rather discomposed her, and as Miss Buchanan asked no further
question as to the one delightful suitor, the little confusion mounted
to her eyes and cheeks. She wondered if she had spoken tastelessly, and
hastened away from this personal aspect of the question.
'You don't really mean--I'm sure you don't mean that you would marry
just for money.'
Miss Buchanan kept her ambiguous eyes half merrily, half pensively upon
her. 'Of course, if he were very nice. I wouldn't marry a man who wasn't
nice for money.'
'Surely you couldn't marry a man unless you were in love with him?'
'Certainly I could. Money lasts, and love so often doesn't.' Helen
continued to smile as she spoke.
There was now a tremor of pain in Althea's protest. 'Dear Miss Buchanan,
I can't bear to hear you speak like that. I can't bear to think of any
one so lovely doing anything so sordid, so miserable, as making a
_mariage de convenance_.' Tears rose to her eyes.
Miss Buchanan was again silent for a moment, and it was now her turn to
look slightly confused. 'It's very nice of you to mind,' she said; and
she added, as if to help Althea not to mind, 'But, you see, I am sordid;
I am miserable.'
'Sordid? Miserable? Do you mean unhappy?' Poor Althea gazed, full of her
most genuine distress.
'Oh no; I mean in your sense. I'm a poor creature, quite ordinary and
grubby; that's all,' said Miss Buchanan.
They said nothing more of it then, beyond Althea's murmur of now
inarticulate protest; but the episode probably remained in Miss
Buchanan's memory as something rather puzzling as well as rather
pitiful, this demonstration of a feeling so entirely unexpected that she
had not known what to do with it.
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