'Don't you think I deserve another kiss then?' said Dick, flushing a little.
'Maybe—but you won't get it yet. Sit down and let's see what I can do for you. I'm certain sure Mr. Beeton cheats you, now that you can't go through the housekeeping books every month. Isn't that true?'
'You'd better come and housekeep for me then, Bessie.'
'`Couldn't do it in these chambers—you know that as well as I do.'
'I know, but we might go somewhere else, if you thought it worth your while.'
'I'd try to look after you, anyhow; but I shouldn't care to have to work for both of us.' This was tentative.
Dick laughed.
'Do you remember where I used to keep my bank-book?' said he. 'Torp took it to be balanced just before he went away. Look and see.'
'It was generally under the tobacco-jar. Ah!'
'Well?'
'Oh! Four thousand two hundred and ten pounds nine shillings and a penny! Oh my!'
'You can have the penny. That's not bad for one year's work. Is that and a hundred and twenty pounds a year good enough?'
