She danced before him, her hands over her ears.
"I know it all by heart, Teddie. 'Tis mere waste of breath to tell it me all over again. And if you died for want of breath through telling me, I shouldn't understand any more than I do now, not if you went on and on for ever! 'The shares,'" her laughing voice sobered, echoed his ponderously, "'have only gone up a little. It is true that they continue to go up, but they may never pay a high enough dividend to enable you to return to Kilbrannan.' There, don't I know it all?"
Suddenly she dropped her hands, her lips quivered.
"I must tell them, oh, I must! Even if—if—it comes to nothing,—oh, we must risk it, mustn't we, Denis? Sheila Pat—"
She turned and went over to the window.
Ted looked as if all the cares of the state sat upon his shoulders.
Denis said:—
"We've kept it from them till it's pretty well certain—"
"You can't tell," put in Ted, moodily.
"Well, they'll face it somehow, whatever happens. And meanwhile—why, man, think what it'll mean to them! Come along, Nell!"