"Talk, yes; they're talking a doosed sight, I should say. There's no mistake about the money, I suppose?"
"Oh, none," said Archie, shaking his head vigorously. "Hugh managed all that for her, so I know it."
"She don't lose any of it because she enters herself for running again, does she?"
"Not a shilling. That's the beauty of it."
"Was you ever sweet on her before?"
"What! before Ongar took her? O laws, no. She hadn't a rap, you know;—and knew how to spend money as well as any girl in London."
"It's all to begin then, Clavvy; all the up-hill work to be done?"
"Well, yes; I don't know about up-hill, Doodles. What do you mean by up-hill?"
"I mean that seven thousand a year ain't usually to be picked up merely by trotting easy along the flat. And this sort of work is very up-hill generally, I take it;—unless, you know, a fellow has a fancy for it. If a fellow is really sweet on a girl, he likes it, I suppose."
"She's a doosed handsome woman, you know, Doodles."