Eugénie gave a laugh. She was not going to tell him just yet, so she gave an evasive answer.
"I've got my salary," she said gaily. "Some of it was paid to me the other day. See!" And taking out her purse, she emptied it into his hand.
"Oh! what a lot of money," said Keith smiling. "A five-pound note, three sovereigns, and two one-pound notes."
"Which makes exactly ten pounds," remarked Eugénie, with a smile; "and I'm going to pay it all away to Naball, to get you out of this trouble."
Stewart, kissed her, and smoothed out the notes one after the other.
"It's no use, Eugénie," he said, offering her the notes back; "it will take more than that to help me; besides, you forget I have five hundred pounds in the bank."
"Yes," she said, turning away her face; "five hundred."
"And you'll have it--if--if I die."
She turned to him, and threw her arms round his neck.
"Oh, my darling! my darling!" she cried vehemently, "why do you say such things? You will not die. You will live to be happy and famous."