"You may know before long," and she laughed at the thought of the marine bomb-shell which would shortly shatter Jim's complacency.
"I don't know what you're talkin' about," said Kaimes, with unaffected surprise, "an' I'm confoundedly hungry."
"Ah! Did the Duke's lecture give you an appetite?"
"Leah!" Jim became so serious as to look almost intelligent. "My father is the best man who ever wore shoe-leather."
"He is usually condemned to cloth boots for gouty feet," murmured Leah, patting the back of her head. "So you've pulled the wool over his eyes again?"
"I wish you wouldn't use slang," protested Jim, virtuously.
"I can't pretend to vie with Mrs. Penworthy's purity of speech, my dear man. How much have you got out of the Duke?"
"Well, he hasn't given me money----"
"Oh!"
"But he's promised----