ARABIAN NIGHTS FOR TURGIS 349

yellow, shaded lamps, and it was very cosy and warm;
almost too warm, even though it was a cold afternoon,
for an excited young man who had hurried there from
the bus.

"It's twelve pounds/' he explained, "and I have a
receipt here that you have to sign/'

"Good! I could do with it, I don't mind telling you.
I adore having money, don't you? It's beastly when you
suddenly find you haven't got any, and can't go any-
where or buy anything. Oh, I remember you. You're
the one I spoke to that day when I called at the office,
aren't you? Do you remember me?"

Turgis assured her fervently that he did. He was still
standing, awkwardly, with his hat in his hand and his
overcoat hanging loose from his shoulders, and he felt
rather hot and uncomfortable.

"You seem jolly sure about it," she said lightly.
"How did you remember so well?"

"You won't be annoyed with me if I tell you, will you,
Miss Golspie?" he said humbly.

She stared at him. "Why, what is it?"

"Well, I remember you," he replied, gasping a little,
"because I thought you were the prettiest girl I'd ever
spoken to in all my life."

"You didn't, did you? Are you serious?" She
shrieked with laughter. "What a marvellous thing to
say! Is that why you brought the money?"

"Yes it is," he said earnestly.

"It isn't. You were just sent here. I believe you're
pull ing my leg."

"No, I'm not, Miss Golspie. The minute I knew some-
one had to come here," he continued, with sudden reck-
lessness, "I specially asked to be sent-just to see you