"And then I see no reason why you should not live for years to come."
Bella flung her hands out with a sort of despair.
"Your prescription is impossible," she said dully.
"Impossible?"
"I have only just come over from the States. I have an engagement at the Empire for six months. I have got to stay."
"You will be very unwise. The laws of health demand that you should cancel any such contract."
"Beggars can't be choosers. I must sing to live. It is my trade now."
He sighed. "You do not look as if you were in pecuniary difficulties."
"Well, I make money easily enough, but it melts like ice cream; everything is so beastly dear."
"Are you not with—him?"