He took that as a rare joke.
“Well, by George, you’re honest anyhow. How much?”
“Later,” she answered negligently. “Time enough for that. Will you come?”
“I will, if you’ll devote yourself to entertaining me. Just me—mind. You will too. We’ve had some great times. I’ve never forgotten what a peach you were that winter after your trouble. And you were pretty clever. No one ever suspected I was implicated. It would have been rotten if they had. Not a cent for little Willie if he doesn’t go straight, says the old man. That means not a cent for Rosie. So I’ve got to be pretty careful here. But in New York——”
“When you get it yourself, will you marry me?”
“The money?” A shrewd, hard little look passed between them. He stroked her arm. “Well, he’s a long liver and there’s a jolly income for me—and you—now. What’s the use of bothering?”
“None.” She knew that he wouldn’t marry her.
“When do we leave?”
“I’ll leave Sunday, and wait over in Chicago. You can meet me by accident on the flyer Tuesday.”