heard her say. "All—thank God! I don't feel even I need what Nursey promised me. Do you?'
'No.' He rubbed his eyes. 'But don't make too sure.'
'Certainly not. We shall have to try again next month. I'm afraid it will be an awful nuisance for you.'
'Not to me, I assure you,' said Conroy, and they leaned back and laughed at the flatness of the words, after the hells through which they had just risen.
'And now,' she said, strict eyes on Conroy, 'why wouldn't you take me—not with a million in each stocking?'
'I don't know. That's what I've been puzzling over.'
'So have I. We're as handsome a couple as I've ever seen. Are you well off, lad?'
'They call me so,' said Conroy, smiling.
'That's North country.' She laughed again. 'Setting aside my good looks and yours, I've four thousand a year of my own, and the rents should make it six. That's a match some old cats would lap tea all night to fettle up.'
'It is. Lucky Toots!' said Conroy.
'Ay,' she answered, 'he'll be the luckiest lad in London if I win through. Who's yours?'
'No—no one, dear. I've been in Hell for years. I only want to get out and be alive and—so on. Isn't that reason enough?'
'Maybe, for a man. But I never minded things much till George came. I was all stu-upid like.'
