"Oh, what does it matter? To-night's changed everything for me, and you, too. You are goin' to stand by me, aren't you, Churn, through thick and thin?"
"You bettcha life! For de whole of vot I'm vorth!"
Kit's tone changed. She chuckled. "You may be worth a lot. You've married a rich heiress. See?"
"Sh, girl! If Chuff comes spyin' on us we don't vant him to hear dat word 'married.' He'd only laugh—or vorse."
"All right! But he ain't our master any more. We can do without him."
"Maybe he von't tink he can do vidout us."
"He'll have to, when we get something good on the pearls. And say, I never thought you could kill any one and feel no more than I do now. Churn, if you'd been there, you'd 'a' settled his hash long before I did. The things he said to me—and me your wife! It makes me sick to think o' them—and of him, the low beast!"
"Don't tink, den. Tink of me."
"I do. I love you, Boy! The minute I lamped the pearls—when I sensed they was real—I meant to get 'em, for you and me to set up house far away somewheres on our own. We can go to Buenos Aires or some place south, where they love a nice voice like yours, so you won't feel wasted. If Chuff knew what we've got here in this table drawer!"
"Better tie 'em up in your handkerchief again. If Chuff——"