"I have," said Jinny contumaciously, "and I like her."
"What do you think? She's brought a dog on a chain and a beast of a cat in a basket."
Jinny abstained from sympathy, and Tanqueray grew grave.
"I wish I knew what was the matter with Rose," he said. "She doesn't seem to get much better. The doctor swears it's only liver; but he's a silly ass."
"Tanks, there's nothing the matter really, except—the poor little bird wants to build its nest. It wants sticks and straws and feathers and things——"
"Do you mean I've got to go and find a beastly house?"
"Let her go and find it."
"I would in a minute—only I'm so hard up."
"Of course you'll be hard up if you go on living in rooms like this."
"That's what she says. But when she talks about a house she means that she'll do all the work in it."