Beauchamp interjected: 'Lawyer's money!'
'It would have been useful to my mother's household when I was an infant,' said Jenny.
'Poor soul! I suppose so. Yes; well,' Beauchamp sighed. 'Money! never mind how it comes. We're in such a primitive condition that we catch at anything to keep us out of the cold; dogs with a bone!—instead of living, as Dr. Shrapnel prophecies, for and, with one another. It's war now, and money's the weapon of war. And we're the worst nation in Europe for that. But if we fairly recognize it, we shall be the first to alter our ways. There's the point. Well, Jenny, I can look you in the face to-night. Thanks to my uncle Everard at last!'
'Captain Beauchamp, you have never been blamed.'
'I am Captain Beauchamp by courtesy, in public. My friends call me
Nevil. I think I have heard the name on your lips?'
'When you were very ill.'
He stood closer to her, very close.
'Which was the arm that bled for me? May I look at it? There was a bruise.'
'Have you not forgotten that trifle? There is the faintest possible mark of it left.'
'I wish to see.'