"The Admiral! Yes, of course, he has; and more. But that's not mine. Da—" he checked himself, recollecting it was not the Admiral to whom he was speaking—"dear me, you wouldn't have me steal his money?"
"Oh, all you need do is to let me have the key."
"No, no, my dear young lady, no. It would never do.
"But it's only drawing a little in advance—on my inheritance, Eriksen, you know. That's all it is."
He stood reflecting quite a while.
"But—what on earth do you want all that money for?"
She took his hand, and he trembled with emotion.
"Eriksen, you're my friend, aren't you?"
"Heaven knows I am, Miss."
"Well, I'm going out into the wide world—to dance."