“I am not at all well,” said Morris; and it occurred to him that, if he could only make her pity him enough, he might get off.
“I am afraid you are overworked; you oughtn’t to work so much.”
“I must do that.” And then he added, with a sort of calculated brutality, “I don’t want to owe you everything!”
“Ah, how can you say that?”
“I am too proud,” said Morris.
“Yes—you are too proud!”
“Well, you must take me as I am,” he went on, “you can never change me.”
“I don’t want to change you,” she said gently. “I will take you as you are!” And she stood looking at him.
“You know people talk tremendously about a man’s marrying a rich girl,” Morris remarked. “It’s excessively disagreeable.”
“But I am not rich?” said Catherine.