“I know she won’t. See here, Dick, I wouldn’t worry about Nancy’s finances. She’ll come out all right about money.”
“What makes you think so?”
“I know so. We’ve got lots of things in the world to worry about, things that are scheduled to go wrong unless we’re mighty delicate in the way we handle ’em. Let’s worry about them, and leave Nancy’s financial problems to take care of themselves.”
“Which means,” Dick said, “that you are 98 sure that she’s all right. I’m not in her confidence in this matter—”
“Well, I am,” Billy said, “I’m her legal adviser, and with all due respect to your taste in girls, it’s a very difficult position to occupy. What with the things she won’t listen to and the things she won’t learn, and the things she actually knows more about than I do—”
The indulgent smile of the true lover lit Dick’s face, as if Billy had waxed profoundly eulogistic. Unconsciously, Billy’s own tenderness took fire at the flame.
“Why don’t we run away with ’em?” he said, breathing heavily.
Dick stopped in a convenient doorway to light his third cigarette, end on.
“It’s the answer to you and Caroline,” he said.
“Why not to you and Nancy?”