But he seemed unable to leave the subject, now he had embarked upon it. “You don’t seem to mind much.”
“I don’t mind one bit.”
“Pater’s mad about it. He’s always thinking of money.” Luke, having to provide neither for the household nor yet for himself, was duly contemptuous. “But I’ve never met a fellow who chucked away a fortune—till now,” he muttered, sitting astride of the writing-table. His sister peered mischievously up into his face:
“You like Sebastian, don’t you, Luke?”
“Oh, I dunno about liking him,” hastily; “I think he’s a bit off his chump, that’s all.” But as the rustics gaped and marvelled at the lunacy of Don Quixote, so hobbledehoy regarded with bewildered admiration his future brother-in-law.
“—But as long as you’re not crying your eyes red over it all——”
“What would you have done, if I had been, Luke?” Letty enjoyed teasing her wretched young brother.
“Oh ... spoken to him, I suppose,” edging towards the door. “’Night, Letty.”
“Luke, supposing he was—oh, just playing a game; and one day came and said: ‘I’m as rich as I was before!’”