You see, I forgot
she wasn't born in October."
The Count nodded his head in sympathy.
"I must have a little talk to her. I am sure we shall be good friends.
Miss Kitty Palmer, is it not? Forgive me, I read it in the newspapers--a
charming face but a little temper, I think. Well, well, there is no
harm in that. What a dull place the world would be but for a little
temper! You have much to be thankful for, Mr. Cleaver--very, very much.
And now this concession, by which you will make two hundred thousand
pounds at a very moderate estimate. There will be very little temper
when you take home that news. No woman is angry with a man who makes
money, but she has a great contempt for him who does not."
"Even if he made it dishonestly?"
"She does not care a snap of the fingers how he makes it, believe me."
"And afterwards, when he goes to prison----"
"Pshaw--only fools go to prison. If your foolish principles were made
the test, there would hardly be a free man in Mincing Lane. We should
have to lock up the whole City. Come, let me have your signature, and I
will do the rest.
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