Alice Duer Miller,
A Maid and Her Money — Chapter 5
(1906)
“ She looked sad. “Dear me,” she murmured, “I’m afraid he is not much good, after all.” “Oh, your sex’s fatal desire to come to a conclusion! The longer you delay a conclusion, Miss Lee, the better it is. Anyhow, I elicited this much; it won’t be that,” and he nodded above them, where Marie Louise in bronze paillettes was drawing all eyes to her box. “Oh, I could have told you that myself,” returned Miss Lee, with more confidence than she felt. “He has too much taste and love of——” “Of you,” Peale put in. “Of breeding, I was going to say. He does not love me.” ”
