—he fairly pounced on it. "I'll do any blest thing in life you like, I'll accept any condition you impose, if you'll only tell me you see your way."
"Shouldn't I have a little more first to see yours?" she asked. "When you say you'll do anything in life I like, isn't there anything you yourself want strongly enough to do?"
He cast a stare about on the suggestions of the scene. "Anything that will make money, you mean?"
"Make money or make reputation—or even just make the time pass."
"Oh, what I have to look to in the way of a career?" If that was her meaning he could show after an instant that he didn't fear it. "Well, your father, dear delightful man, has been so good as to give me to understand that he backs me for a decent deserving creature; and I've noticed, as you doubtless yourself have, that when Lord Theign backs a fellow———!"
He left the obvious moral for her to take up—which she did, but all interrogatively. "The fellow at once comes in for something awfully good?"
