She said she wished she had me to manage her money for her." This also was quite true, except that Mrs.Everleigh had not made it quite clear that the management of her money was of the form generally known as deficit financing.

In fact, her money was, very crudely stated, nonexistent, and it needed a lot of management.
A day or two later Mr.Spillikins was saying, "I think Mrs.Everleigh must have had great sorrow, don't you?
Yesterday she was showing me a photograph of her little boy--she has a little boy you know--" "Yes, I know," said Norah.

She didn't add that she knew that Mrs.
Everleigh had four.
"-- and she was saying how awfully rough it is having him always away from her at Dr.Something's academy where he is." And very soon after that Mr.Spillikins was saying, with quite a quaver in his voice, "By Jove! yes, I'm awfully lucky; I never thought for a moment that she'd have me, you know--a woman like her, with so much attention and everything.

I can't imagine what she sees in me." Which was just as well.
And then Mr.Spillikins checked himself, for he noticed--this was on the verandah in the morning--that Norah had a hat and jacket on and that the motor was rolling towards the door.
"I say," he said, "are you going away ?" "Yes, didn't you know ?" Norah said.

"I thought you heard them speaking of it at dinner last night.