You would be teaching the cockney idea how to shoot, at half a guinea a day, and I should be buying my clothes second-hand through the _Exchange and Mart_.

Whereas--whereas----" She bent forward again.
"You are a very rich man--you have a charming wife--a dear little girl--you can get into Parliament--travel, speculate, race, anything you please.

And I did it all!" "I don't agree with you," he said drily.

She laughed again.
"Well, we can't argue it--can we?
I only wanted to point out to you the plain, bare truth, that there is nothing in the world to prevent our being excellent friends again--_now_.

But first--and once more--_my letters!_" Her tone was a little peremptory, and Roger's face clouded.
"I found two of them last night, by the merest chance--in an old dispatch-box I took to America.