"What in the name of nonsense have I to do with Miss Arrowpoint and her music?"
"Well, something," said Lush, jocosely. "You need not give yourself much trouble, perhaps. But some forms must be gone through before a man can marry a million."
"Very likely. But I am not going to marry a million."
"That's a pity—to fling away an opportunity of this sort, and knock down your own plans."
"Your plans, I suppose you mean."
"You have some debts, you know, and things may turn out inconveniently after all. The heirship is not absolutely certain."
Grandcourt did not answer and Lush went on.
"It really is a fine opportunity. The father and mother ask for nothing better, I can see, and the daughter's looks and manners require no allowances, any more than if she hadn't a sixpence. She is not beautiful; but equal to carrying any rank. And she is not likely to refuse such prospects as you can offer her."
"Perhaps not."
"The father and mother would let you do anything you liked with them."
"But I should not like to do anything with them."
