"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.

"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 plans."
"Your plans, you mean."
"You have some debts, you know, and the heirship is not absolutely certain. 