something at your hands, child, but only for a minute or so. I saved him. Set that to my credit, some one.'
'Let me go,' said Bess, her face darkening. 'Let me go.'
'All in good time. Did you ever attend Sunday school?'
'Never. Let me go, I tell you; you're making fun of me.'
'Indeed, I'm not. I'm making fun of myself.... Thus. "He saved others, himself he cannot save." It isn't exactly a school-board text.' He released her wrist, but since he was between her and the door, she could not escape. 'What an enormous amount of mischief one little woman can do!'
'I'm sorry; I'm awful sorry about the picture.'
'I'm not. I'm grateful to you for spoiling it.... What were we talking about before you mentioned the thing?'
'About getting away—and money. Me and you going away.'
'Of course. We will get away—that is to say, I will.'
'And me?'
'You shall have fifty whole pounds for spoiling a picture.'
