"No; but I'm going to dine at the Cecil to-night, with a boy in the Lancers. He's a nice boy."
"And a rich boy?"
"Of course! I don't like boys without money. But this business," she went on hurriedly. "Jim and I are in a hole."
"You ought to be in gaol," was the angry reply.
"That would be a hole," said Leah, good-humouredly; "but you don't want to see Jim and me in the bankruptcy court."
"Why should I bother? It's nothing to do with me!"
"I'm your god-daughter."
"You're a heartless cat," said Lady Canvey, angrily, and with her eyes scintillating like jewels. "It's no use, Leah. I've helped you and that rascal Jim over and over again. Apply to the Duke."
"Oh, we've done that. He won't give us a penny."
"Then ask some of those nice boys you talk of."