“Are you sure of that?”
“I can give my word on it. I remember his saying one morning, 'The widow takes her losses easily; she minds twelve thousand pounds no more than I would a five-pound note.”
“They have a story here that she's going to marry old Heathcote.”
“Not true,—I mean, that she won't have him.”
“And why? It was clear enough she was playing that game for some time back.”
“I wanted Charley to try his chance,” said Agincourt, evading the question; “but he is spooney on his cousin May, I fancy, and has no mind to do a prudent thing.”
“But how am I to go in?” said O'Shea, timidly. “If she's as rich as you say, would she listen to a poor out-at-elbows Irish gentleman, with only his good blood to back him?”
“You 're the man to do it,—the very man.”
O'Shea shook his head.
“I say you 'd succeed. I 'd back you against the field.”