Might I leave it open for the present ?" I think that Mr.Moyat was a little disappointed.

He flicked the cob with the whip, and looked straight ahead into the driving mist.
"Just as you say," he declared.

"I ain't particular in want of any one, but I'm getting to find my own bookkeeping a bit hard, especially now that my eyes ain't what they were.

Of course it would only be a thirty bob a week job, but I suppose you'd live on that all right, unless you were thinking of getting married, eh ?" I laughed derisively.
"Married, Mr.Moyat!" I exclaimed.

"Why, I'm next door to a pauper." "There's such a thing," he remarked thoughtfully, "if one's a steady sort of chap, and means work, as picking up a girl with a bit of brass now and then." "I can assure you, Mr.Moyat," I said as coolly as possible, "that anything of that sort is out of the question so far as I am concerned.
I should never dream of even thinking of getting married till I had a home of my own and an income." He seemed about to say something, but checked himself.