I'm a losing the whole day along o' him.'
Milly jumped up, accustomed to obey her brother, and as she passed me,
whispered, with a wink--
'_Money_.'
And away she went. Dudley whistled a tune, and swung his foot like a
pendulum, as he followed her with his side-glance.
'I say, it is a hard case, Miss, a lad o' spirit should be kept so tight. I
haven't a shilling but what comes through his fingers; an' drat the tizzy
he'll gi' me till he knows the reason why.'
'Perhaps,' I said, 'my uncle thinks you should earn some for yourself.'
'I'd like to know how a fella's to earn money now-a-days. You wouldn't have
a gentleman to keep a shop, I fancy. But I'll ha' a fistful jist now, and
no thanks to he. Them executors, you know, owes me a deal o' money. Very
honest chaps, of course; but they're cursed slow about paying, I know.'
I made no remark upon this elegant allusion to the executors of my dear
father's will.
'An' I tell ye, Maud, when I git the tin, I know who I'll buy a farin' for.
I do, lass.'
The odious creature drawled this with a sidelong leer, which, I suppose, he
fancied quite irresistible.
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