"I remind myself more of the fatted calf."

His first self-consciousness had gone.

"I thought of that, but I didn't dare say it," she laughed. "One
must be respectful to rich relatives."

"Hang your rich relatives, Peggy; if I thought that this money
would make any difference I would give it up this minute."

"Nonsense, Monty," she said. "How could it make a difference? But
you must admit it is rather startling. The friend of our youth
leaves his humble dwelling Saturday night with his salary drawn
for two weeks ahead. He returns the following Thursday a dazzling
millionaire."

"I'm glad I've begun to dazzle, anyway. I thought it might be hard
to look the part."

"Well, I can't see that you are much changed." There was a
suggestion of a quaver in her voice, and the shadows did not
prevent him from seeing the quick mist that flitted across her
deep eyes.

"After all, it's easy work being a millionaire," he explained,
"when you've always had million-dollar inclinations."

"And fifty-cent possibilities," she added.