"I hope the headache will soon pass." She withdrew her hand from his quickly and left the kitchen.

Angus watched her go, and when she had disappeared heaved an involuntary but most lover-like sigh.

Helmsley looked at him with a certain whimsical amusement.
"Well!" he said.
Reay gave himself a kind of impatient shake.
"Well, old David!" he rejoined.
"Why don't you speak to her ?" "I dare not! I'm too poor!" "Is she so rich ?" "She's richer than I am." "It is quite possible," said Helmsley slowly, "that she will always be richer than you.

Literary men must never expect to be millionaires." "Don't tell me that--I know it!" and Angus laughed.

"Besides, I don't want to be a millionaire--wouldn't be one for the world! By the way, you remember that man I told you about--the old chap my first love was going to marry--David Helmsley ?" Helmsley did not move a muscle.
"Yes--I remember!" he answered quietly.
"Well, the papers say he's dead." "Oh! the papers say he's dead, do they ?" "Yes.