Audley felt almost inclined to quarrel with his fair friends.
"Don't tease a fellow so, Rose," said he, wearily; "I have no money—at least, little beyond my pay; and have as much idea of marrying as—as——"
"I have, perhaps."
"I cannot say that."
"You could ask this Sybil Devereaux?"
"Of course—it would be easy as cribbage."
"And what would she say, think you?"
"As a sensible girl such as she seems to be—'wait.'"
"Which means, that she would take you in time to come?"
"Perhaps."