"How much do you make a week out of your driving, if it isn't too personal a question?" he enquired.
"It depends upon how much Jimmy's got."
"Is he your only client, then?"
"He very seldom gives me a chance of another. Once or twice I've refused to be engaged by the day, but he sends his man around to the garage and I find him sitting in the cab when I arrive."
Wingate laughed softly. She looked up at him with twinkling eyes.
"I believe you're making fun of my profession," she complained.
"Not at all, but I was wondering whether it wouldn't be cheaper for you to marry Jimmy, as you call him."
"We have spoken about it once or twice," she admitted. "The worst of it is, I don't think the cab would support two."
"Is Wilshaw so badly off?"
"His money is tied up until he is twenty-eight," Sarah explained. "I think that his father must have known how he was going to turn out. Jimmy promised that he would never anticipate it, and the dear old thing keeps his word. We shall be married on his twenty-eighth birthday, all right, unless his mother does the decent thing before."