"Not worth it?" he exclaimed lightly, going up to her. "Why, you're worth that and a whole lot more. And see how you've got on! Brockton told me you never could get along in your profession, but I knew you could."
He walked around the room, inspecting the furnishings and knickknacks. Finally, he turned, and, with an interrogative note in his voice, said:
"Gee! fixed up kind o' scrumptious, ain't you? I guess you've been almost as prosperous as I have."
She forced a laugh. With affected carelessness, she said:
"You can get a lot of gilt and cushions in New York at half-price, and, besides, I've got a pretty good part now."
"Of course, I know that," he smiled; "but I didn't think it would make you quite so comfortable. Great, ain't it?"
"Yes."
Taking her by the shoulders, and shaking her playfully, he went on:
"I knew what you had in you, and here you are. You succeeded, and I succeeded, but I'm going to take you away; and after a while, when things sort of smooth out, we're going to move back here, and go to Europe, and just have a great time, like a couple of kids."
She turned and looked up at him. Slowly, she said: