She nodded.
"Money," she remarked, "is not easily made. It takes time."
"It is true," I agreed.
"And you are very anxious to be married! She is pretty, this little one?"
"I wish I had her picture, Madame," I answered with enthusiasm, "that I could show you. You would understand, then, that I am very anxious indeed to be married."
"But to save money!" she said slowly, "it takes time that, eh?"
I could not see for the life of me what she was driving at, but I assented sorrowfully. At any rate, I was holding my own.
"Herr Paul," she said, raising her black eyes to mine, "have you ever looked about you for a way to make money more quickly?"
"I have thought of it often," I admitted, "but I have not succeeded. One cannot do as these foolish English do—back horses in races they never see. Stocks and shares I do not understand. I can only work; and my uncle, though he promises much, pays little."
She nodded her head.