“Why, yes. Why not?” He spoke rather doggedly. “I'll never see no other woman like you. You're different from others. How good you've been t' me!”
“Good! I'm afraid I've been very bad—at least, very stupid.”
“I say, now—your husband's good t' you, ain't he?”
“He is the kindest man that ever lived.”
“Oh, well, I didn't know.”
A rather awkward pause followed which was broken by Roeder.
“I don't see jest what I'm goin' t' do with that thar two hundred thousand dollars,” he said, mournfully.
“Do with it? Why, live with it! Send some to your mother.”
“Oh, I've done that. Five thousand dollars. It don't seem much here; but it'll seem a lot t' her. I'd send her more, only it would've bothered her.”
“Then there is your house,—the house with the bath-room. But I suppose you'll have other rooms?”