“What!” Will was even more revolted by her ingratitude than by her impudence. “When you only bring in your wretched little cart, and I sank all my capital in the coach!”
“Your capital?” Jinny repeated blankly.
“You know what I had to pay for the horses!”
It was an unfortunate memory to stir up, and it helped a flood of raw light to burst upon her.
“You’re not really proposing I should be your guard?” she asked in a changed voice.
“Yes, I am,” he reassured her.
“For money?” she breathed incredulously.
“Of course. You don’t suppose I ask it for love! Business is——!”
Jinny turned on him like a tigress—anger was the only thing that could drown this dreadful sense of shame. “How dare you?” she cried. “How dare you ask me to work for you for money?”
Will winced before her passion. “You promised not to fly at me,” he reminded her glumly.