“Why, Mr. Grogan,” said the girl, surprised, “I thought you’d like that!”
“So would I—wanst,” retorted Grogan, “but now when any one says ‘you millionaire,’ faith, I get ready to dodge a brick.”
“I should think it would be pleasant to know you had a million dollars.” There was a note of envy in the girl’s voice.
Grogan rose slowly, walked to the desk and leaned across it confidentially.
“So it always was,” he said sententiously, “but now they’re beginning to ask, ‘Where did you get it?’”
“Oh,” said the girl.
“It’s not ‘Oh,’ I’m saying,” said Grogan, “it’s ‘Ouch!’”
“Something’s disturbing you, eh?”
“Something—and somebody. ’Tis a girl.”
“Oh, Mr. Grogan!”