"Any price you name."
"Look at him," she said, as though addressing a third person. "Look at the new millionaire."
"It might have been all yours. But you did not think I was good enough for you." "You can keep it all to yourself and welcome."
"Well, will you come to work?"
"You can't do without me, can you? He can't get finisher-girls, the poor fellow. Well, how much will you pay me?"
We agreed upon the price, but on taking leave she said, "I was joking."
"What do you mean? Don't you want to work for me, Gussie?"
She shook her head
"Why?"
"I don't want you to think I begrudge you your millions. We'll be better friends at a distance. Good-by."