married? Oh, I know I have no business to ask such a question: it is fearfully rude I know, but I have wondered so often. You are lovely now, and you must have been beautiful when you were a girl.
Lucy.No, I wasn't—I was barely pretty.
Agnes. I can't believe that.
Lucy.And I am not going to accept your description of me now as a true one; although I confess I am vain enough—even in my present old age—to look in the glass occasionally, and say to myself: "You are better-looking now than you ever were."
Agnes.Well, at all events you were always an angel.
Lucy.And men don't like angels; besides—I was poor.
Agnes.You were not poor when you got Aunt Emily's money,
Lucy.No, but then it was too——— I mean I then had no wish to marry.
Agnes.You mean you determined to sacrifice yourself for us, that is what you mean.
Lucy.I must have possessed a very prophetic soul then, or been gifted with second sight, as none of you, except Reginald, were born. But to come back to your friend, Agnes; has she no money?
Agnes.Not a penny.
Lucy.And they want to get married?
Lucy.And are afraid they haven't enough.
Agnes.They certainly haven't.
Lucy.Then why don't they apply to some friend or relative who has more than enough; say, to an aunt, for instance.