Her eyes widened. She turned to her boy to see if he were in this great business. Wonders had not ceased for him, since the first evening at the hotel. Davy was intent upon her now, even more than upon his friend.
“So I had it all fixed in your name. There’s an agency in Auckland—one in every city—so you can’t go broke. And no one can cash these things but you—after you call and register your signature. You’ll find enough and to spare for your passage (though I hope you won’t use it for many a year), and expenses for you and the boy——”
There were tears in her eyes. Bellair poured her wineglass full in the excitement.
“You didn’t need to do anything like that——”
“That’s a point I am particularly proud of,” he answered.
“I’ll put this away for you,” she said, taking the proffered envelope.
The face of dusty wax-work sped past his inner eyes.
“It’s all one,” she added. “It’s easy for me to say this, having nothing but what you give me. Did you hear of the house where every one put what they had in a basket hanging from the ceiling?”
“No,” he said.
“’Twas mainly empty. The poor are great-hearted, and those who have nothing.... This, I’ll put in no basket, but the bank, and you’ll have it when you get through giving away the rest. I’ll trust in the Lord, sure, to take me home——”