"And what are you going to do?"
"Oh, I get work enough on the docks to pay for Mizza's lessons—"
"Lessons?"
"Yes—she's learning sewin' and readin' from the nuns, and as soon as she's baptized we're going to be married regular."
"Oh!" A sigh of relief escaped me. "Then you'll not need Rebecca for six months or so?"
"No; but you'll ask her?" pleaded Jack.
"If I'm here."
As they were going out Jack slipped back from the hallway to the fireplace, leaving Mizza outside.
"Ramsay?"
"Yes?"