“If we were two children, I’d say: ‘You think you’re smart, don’t you?’”
“And I’d retort: ‘You got left, didn’t you?’”
Then they both laughed.
“Seriously, however—do you really expect Mr. Macloud?” she asked.
“I surely do—probably within two days; and I’m not chaffing when I say that you’re the inducement. So, be good to him—he’s got more than enough for two, I can assure you.”
“Mercenary!” she laughed.
“No—just careful!” he answered.
“And what number am I—the twenty-first, or thereabout?”
“What matters it, if you’re the one, at present?”
She raised her shoulders in the slightest shrug.