“I do, most certainly,” bowed Miss Maggie, still with a trace of constraint.
“And you, Mr. Smith?”
Mr. Smith turned and threw up both his hands.
“For Heaven’s sake, lady, go home, and spend—some of that money!”
Mrs. Jane laughed a bit ruefully.
“Well, I don’t see but what I shall have to, with everybody against me like this,” she sighed, getting slowly to her feet. “But if you knew—if either of you knew—how really valuable money is, and how much it would earn for you, if you’d only let it, I don’t believe you’d be quite so fast to tell me to go and spend it.”
“Perhaps not; but then, you see, we don’t know,” smiled Miss Maggie, once again her cheery self.
Mr. Smith said nothing. Mr. Smith had turned his back just then.
When Mrs. Jane was gone, Mr. Smith faced Miss Maggie with a quizzical smile.
“Well?” he hazarded.