Immediately she held that finger to her right eye and closed her left one, and Johnny felt himself blushing like a school-boy.
There was a trace of resentment in his embarrassment, he found.

The strain of being compelled to make a million dollars, before he could tell this only desirable young woman in the world that he loved her, was beginning to oppress him.

He wanted to tell her now; but it was a task beyond him to ask her to forfeit her own fortune until he could replace it by another.

Times were hard, he reflected.
He was now twelve hours behind his schedule and possessed of sixty thousand dollars less than he should have.

At nine o'clock to-morrow morning that deficit would begin to pile up again at the rate of five thousand dollars an hour.