“I have to get used to it, don’t I? Well, and now what is it that has brought you here to-night?”
“Won’t you believe, then, that I’m anxious to have one of our nice little talks, after being all this time away?”
She crossed her feet, threw herself back in her chair, and putting one pretty little white jewelled hand on each arm of her chair, smiled at him bewitchingly.
It was impossible to resist her, and Sir Robert put one of his own hands upon one of hers.
“My dear, it’s always a pleasure for me to talk to you,” he said.
Lady Sarah gave a pretty little sigh.
“That’s better,” she said. “And you know, Bertie, if I do have to ask you for things, and of course I have to very often, it’s only because you’re rich, and I’m poor, and because I’ve nobody to go to but you, when I want money.”
Sir Robert had withdrawn his hand, but he could not help a little amusement at the neatness with which she had come back to the important point.
“Of course it’s perfectly natural and right that you should come to me for money, and as long as I have it I always give it you, don’t I?”
Out of her half shut eyes she threw at him a reproachful glance. “You have plenty,” she said plaintively.