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​"But I have no intention of stopping coming."

She smiled. "When you stop getting in, then."

"Oh," cried he, "isn't life rottenly arranged! By the time I'm an old man I shall probably have all the money I want, and I'd gladly sell the last twenty years of my life for a good income at this moment."

"If we could make those bargains there would be no old people in the world," remarked Mrs. Rolles.

"Perhaps it wouldn't be any the worse on that account."

She did not seem offended. "Dear me!" she said, "you're worse than Herod with the babies. You'd sacrifice all the old without a qualm. But perhaps you have some elderly relation with money."

He shook his head emphatically. "No indeed, or I'd be off now to wring their necks. The only relation I have is an old aunt by marriage who runs a girls' school in Westchester."

"Oh yes!" Mrs. Rolles nodded. "The Bevans School. I once thought of sending Susie there, but they want to teach girls mathematics, and college requirements, and ​all the things I disapprove of most in a girl's education."