"Well," said Lydia joyously, seeing a green pathway out, "now you've found it's so, you don't need to think about it any more."
"That's precisely it," said he heavily. "I've got to think about it all the time. I've got to make good."
"In the same way?" said Lydia, looking up at him childishly. "With money?"
"Yes," said he, "with money. It's all I know. And without capital, too. And I'm going to keep my head, and do it within the law. Yes, by God! within the law. But I hate to do it. I hate it like the devil."
He looked so hard with resolution that she took the resolution for pride, though she could not know whether it was a fine pride or a heaven-defying one.
"You won't do just what you did before?" asserted Lydia, out of her faith in him.
"Oh, yes, I shall."
She opened terrified eyes upon him.
"Be a promoter?"
"I don't know what I shall be. But I know the money game, and I shall have to play it and make good."