"I don't want to marry the girl," he told it despondently. "I don't want to marry any girl! What do you think, old chap? Could we survive on our own, sans estate? I could sell you for a few pounds, I should think." The suit, which was a fine wool and silk blend befitting the autumnal chill, and had never seen him do a day's work in his life, seemed doubtful. Alphonse shook his head and pushed himself upright, shedding the morning's casual clothes. "No, perhaps not, eh?"
