"I suppose I shall know some day," said the young man, slowly; "but it won't be much good to me unless——"
"Unless?" said Bella, after a pause.
"Unless it gives me what I want," replied the other. "I'd sooner be a poor man and married to the girl I love, than a millionaire."
Miss Bradshaw stole an uneasy glance at his somewhat sallow features, and became thoughtful.
"It's no good having diamonds and motor-cars and that sort of thing unless you have somebody to share them with," pursued Mr. Wright.
Miss Bradshaw's eyes sparkled, and at that moment the shop-bell tinkled and a lively whistle sounded. She rose and went into the shop, and Mr. Wright settled back in his chair and scowled darkly as he saw the intruder.
"Good evening," said the latter. "I want a sixpenny smoke for twopence, please. How are we this evening? Sitting up and taking nourishment?"
Miss Bradshaw told him to behave himself.
"Always do," said the young man. "That's why I can never get anybody to play with. I had such an awful dream about you last night that I couldn't rest till I saw you. Awful it was."
"What was it?" inquired Miss Bradshaw.