'Of course, I should say more than that. But I couldn't tell you what I should say till it happens. It depends. And I'm afraid I'm not much good at saying anyhow. Of course, the money would be welcome.'
'For what?'
'All sorts of things. Everything seems to cost more as time goes on. As the children grow up they cost more. Then I want to send them to a proper school--and not to a Board School, where you pay nothing. I want them to be educated like gentlefolk's children--so that they may grow up to be like their father, and not like me.'
'They may grow up to be ashamed of their mother.'
'Never. I love them too much ever to be afraid of that.'
'You're a lucky woman.'
'I know I'm lucky.'
'Which makes your luck still greater. Do you know that since I've been in this room it's grown upon me more and more that you're one of those persons on whom the gods shower fortune.'
'I'm glad to hear it, miss--though I don't know what you mean.'
'You queer child! With how much more money could you do?'