"Compliments in their relation to you are barred as topics of conversation. Good-bye. Oh, I was to ask you if you would like any salary in advance."
"No, thank you. I'm a thrifty soul. I must have quite ten shillings."
"But, I say, Theresa——"
"My good man, you've no idea how long ten shillings can be made to last. I can assure you that my stockings are no rivals to your socks, and I don't have a new tie every week. I'm not going to have any money I haven't earned."
"Bless the child! It will be quite a month, you know, before we get rid of the Gorgon."
"I don't mind. I want a rest. I'm tired, Jack."
He drew a step nearer, and looked kindly down at her.
"Theresa, I'm rather worried about you. Have you some disease lurking?"
"No; but I've been in such a hurry all my life, and done so little. I have a weary spirit. I wish I could go riding on the clouds for a week of these March winds. I should look down and see the earth so small, and people of my size not visible at all, and the heavens so infinite."
"But if you know all that——"