It will leave us pretty short of coin for a bit, Miriam." She went to him quickly, put her arm round his shoulder, and, bending, kissed him.

"You did! That was good of you; it was like you, Percy--after all that he has done, and the trouble he might have got you into.

I'm glad you gave him all you'd got; and I don't mind running short." Her cheeks were wet and wetted his; he drew his hand across his face with barely-concealed impatience and annoyance.
"That's all right," he said.

"Of course, I had to do the best I could for him, poor devil! for the sake of--of old times.

I didn't forget that you were once fond of him--well, rather taken with him; that you were old friends.