Kenyon smiled.
'You are making game of me now, Miss Longworth. Of course, as you said on board ship, it is but a very small matter.'
'I never said any such thing. When did I say that?'
'You said that fifty thousand pounds was a small matter.'
'Did I? Well, I am like your man who has forgotten; I have forgotten that. I remember saying something about its being too small an amount for my father to deal with. Was not that what I said?'
'Yes, I think that was it. It conveyed the idea to my mind that you thought fifty thousand pounds a trifling sum indeed.'
Edith Longworth laughed.
'What a terrible memory you have! I do not wonder at your City man forgetting. Are you sure what you told him did not happen longer ago than yesterday?'
'Yes, it happened some time before.'
'Ah, I thought so; I am afraid it is your own terrible memory, and not his forgetfulness, that is to blame.'