I know
the value of money, but I can't take it from Amy.'
The other kept silence.
'No! But now everything is well. She has her child, and can
devote herself to bringing the boy up. And I--but I shall be rich
on my own account. A hundred and fifty a year; it would be a
farce to offer Amy her share of it. By all the gods of Olympus,
we will go to Greece together, you and I!'
'Pooh!'
'I swear it! Let me save for a couple of years, and then get a
good month's holiday, or more if possible, and, as Pallas Athene
liveth! we shall find ourselves at Marseilles, going aboard some
boat of the Messageries. I can't believe yet that this is true.
Come, we will have a supper to-night. Come out into Upper Street,
and let us eat, drink, and be merry!'
'You are beside yourself. But never mind; let us rejoice by all
means. There's every reason.'
'That poor girl! Now, at last, she'll be at ease.'
'Who?'
'Amy, of course! I'm delighted on her account. Ah! but if it had
come a long time ago, in the happy days! Then she, too, would
have gone to Greece, wouldn't she? Everything in life comes too
soon or too late.
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