'There's no money in it,' Beaufort pursued, knowing how to make her appreciate his decision. 'I want more time for business.'
'You'd better come in with papa,' she suggested half-jokingly.
'There are worse ideas than that,' he said approvingly.
'I don't know anything about money, except that I like to have a lot.' Her strong, hearty laughter pealed out in the candid confession.
'I expect you do; lots of frocks, eh, and jewels, and so on?'
'You may as well do the thing as well as you can, mayn't you?'
Chance finished his tumbler, threw away his cigarette, got up, and stood by her on the hearthrug. She did not shrink from his approach, but maintained her ground with a jaunty impudence.
'And then you have plenty of fun?' he asked.
'Oh, of sorts,' admitted Connie Fricker. 'Mamma's a bit down on me; she thinks I ought to be so awfully proper. I don't know why. I'm sure the swells aren't.' Connie forgot that there are parallels to the case of the Emperor being above grammar.
'Well, you needn't tell her everything, need you?'