"Besides, what does it matter?
Write me out some more cheques when we get back.

Date them this year or next, or the year after--it really doesn't matter a bit.

My fortune is at your disposal.

If it amuses you to lose a thousand pounds in the afternoon, and twice as much at night, pray do." She laughed at him.

There was a certain glamour about his words which appealed to her fancy.
"Why, you talk like a prince," she murmured, "and yet you know how impossible it is." "Is it ?" he asked quietly.
She rose abruptly from her place.