“So you said. I hope you will have the same luck as before.”
“Is that all you have to say?”
“What more do you want?”
“Any amount.”
“You’ve got gold: you’ve got feminine adoration. What more is there, except more gold?”
“More feminine adoration.”
“I should have thought you had to-day as much affection as is good for you.”
“You’re in high spirits to-night.”
“I am. It’s jolly to think of people succeeding. It’s jolly to know somebody is growing rich, even if my old father and I are poor, that is too poor for me to go to assembly balls and private dances and things like that. So I sit at home and sew, and make puddings, and grow roses. Heigh-ho! I’m very happy, you know.”
Jack looked at her closely. Her cheeks were pink-and-white, her crisp, brown hair formed a becoming setting to her face, and her blue eyes sparkled as they watched him.