'I'd make him a good wife, by God's gra-ace—if I could. But it's no use. I'm not responsible. But he'll not take "No" for an answer. I used to call him "Toots." He's of no consequence, yo' see.'
'That's in Dickens,' said Conroy, quite quickly. 'I haven't thought of Toots for years. He was at Doctor Blimber's.'
'And so—that's my trouble,' she concluded, ever so slightly wringing her hands. 'But I—don't you think—there's hope now?'
'Eh?' said Conroy. 'Oh yes! This is the first time I've turned my corner without help. With your help, I should say.'
'It'll come back, though.'
'Then shall we meet it in the same way? Here's my card. Write me your train, and we'll go together.'
'Yes. We must do that. But between times—when we want' She looked at her palm, the four fingers working on it. 'It's hard to give 'em up.'
'But think what we have gained already, and let me have the case to keep.'
She shook her head, and threw her cigarette out of the window. 'Not yet.'
'Then let's lend our cases to Nurse, and we'll get through to-day on cigarettes. I'll call her while we feel strong.'
She hesitated, but yielded at last, and Nurse accepted the offerings with a smile.
'You'll be all right,' she said to Miss Henschil. 'But if I were you'—to Conroy—'I'd take strong exercise.'
