“She had better be, as he’s poor.”

“She is very rich. Shall she be handsome?”

“Even you can be that, Lizzie, so she ought to be.”

“She is very handsome.”

“What does she say about him?” asked Miss Jenny, in a low voice: watchful, through an intervening silence, of the face looking down at the fire.

“She is glad, glad, to be rich, that he may have the money. She is glad, glad, to be beautiful, that he may be proud of her. Her poor heart⁠—”

“Eh? Her poor heart?” said Miss Wren.