Molly said crossly: "Well, if you don't want him, for goodness' sake say so!—and let me have some credit with the Lacys for engineering the thing."
"Take it, darling!" laughed the girl, "take the credit and let the cash go—to Chrysos!"
"How indelicate you can be, Strelsa!"
"Oh, I am. I'm in such rude health that it's almost vulgar. After all, Molly, there's an immense relief in getting rid of your last penny and knowing nothing worse can happen to you."
"You might die."
"I don't care."
"Everybody cares whether they live or die."
The girl looked at her, surprised.
"I don't," she said, "—really."
"Of course you do."