"What's the use of talking rubbish?" said Lady Jim, crossly; "you won't die."
"Not to oblige you, my dear, so don't think it."
"Then don't let us talk any more of the impossible."
"Is it impossible?" asked Kaimes, cunningly.
Leah looked at him with wide, bright eyes. "What is it?" she asked.
"I might pretend to die, you know," said Jim, looking at her very directly; "then the cash 'ud be paid to you, and we could share."
"But it's ridiculous," cried Leah, raising her eyebrows; "you would have to give up your position and disappear."
"Who cares? You know I never stop longer in England than I can help. As to my position, it's all debts and duns, and squabbling with you. Oh, I'd give up the whole thing for the money!"
"You never think of me."
"Got enough to do to think of myself," grumbled Kaimes; "'sides, you don't care for me. As a widow you could have lots of fun on--on, say--five thousand."