"They are," she agreed. "They won't amuse me much—you couldn't understand—it's just the idea of it—But I won't be looked down on, even by my inferiors! Tell me, Jack, when we sell the business are we going to be wealthy, will we have plenty of money?"
A hurt look came into his fine, straightforward eyes.
"Haven't you always had all you wanted, Patsy?" he inquired.
"Of course I have, you old goose! But I want to know what our resources are before I plan my campaign."
"Going in up to your neck, are you?" he commented ruefully.
She nodded. Her eyes were bright, and a spot of colour glowed in either cheek.
"Course I am. What can I spend?"
"You can have whatever you want."
"That's too vague, too indefinite. How rich—or poor—are we going to be?"
"We'll be rich enough."