"Hell!" said Mr. Molloy with a good deal of feeling.
Dolly linked her arm in his with a pretty gesture of affectionate solicitude.
"Poor old Pop!" she said. "He's all broken up about this."
Mr. Carmody regarded his guest sourly.
"What's he got to worry about?" he asked with a certain resentment.
"Why, Pop was sort of hoping he'd be able to buy all this stuff," said Dolly. "He was telling me only this morning that, if you felt like selling, he would write you out his cheque for whatever you wanted without thinking twice."
V
Moodily scanning his wife's face during Mr. Carmody's lecture on Heirloom Law, Mr. Molloy had observed it suddenly light up in a manner which suggested that some pleasing thought was passing through her always agile brain; but, presented now in words, this thought left him decidedly cold. He could not see any sense in it.
"For the love of Pete...!" began Mr. Molloy.