"The others aren't very interesting."

"Then let's finish Georgy Vane's."

"Really?" she asked, smiling.

"Yes. Really."

"Oh, if you don;'t mind, I don't," said she, laughing, and she
hunted out the pink note and spread it before her.

"Let me see. Where was I? Oh, here. 'I thought you were going
to be silly and throw away your chances on some of the men who
used to flirt with you. Archie Mickleham may not be a genius,
but he's a good fellow and a swell and rich; and he's not a
pauper, like Phil Meadows, or a snob like Charlie Dawson,
or--' shall I go on, Mr. Carter? No, I won't. I didn't see what
it was."

"Yes, you shall go on."

"O, no, I can't," and she folded up the letter. "Then I will,"
and I'm ashamed to say I snatched the letter. Miss Dolly jumped
to her feet. I fled behind the table. She ran round. I dodged.

"'Or'" I began to read.

"Stop!" cried she.

" 'Or a young spendthrift like that man--I forget his name--who