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Jenny was silent.

"You see, if he is not envious, he is at all events a coward," argued

Wogan, "else he would have run his own risks and come in your stead."

"But that would not have served," cried Jenny. It was her turn now to

speak triumphantly. "How could O'Toole have run away with his heiress

and at the same time remained behind in her bed to escape suspicion, as

I am to do?"

"I had forgotten that, to be sure," said Wogan, meekly.

Jenny laughed derisively.

"O'Toole is the man with the head on his shoulders," said she.

"And a pitiful, calculating head it is," exclaimed Wogan. "Think of the

inconvenience of your position when you are discovered to-morrow. Think

of the angry uncle! O'Toole has thought of him and so keeps out of his

way. Here's a nice world, where hulking, shapeless giants like O'Toole

hide themselves from angry uncles behind a dwarf-girl's petticoats. Bah!

We will go back and kick O'Toole."

Wogan rose to his feet. Jenny did not move; she sat and laughed

scornfully.

"You kick O'Toole! You might once, if he happened to be asleep. But he

would take you up by the scruff of the neck and the legs and beat your

face against your knees until you were dead. Besides, what do I care for

an angry uncle! I am well paid to put up with his insults."

"Well paid!" said Wogan, with a sneer. "A hundred guineas and a damask

gown! Three hundred guineas and a gown all lace and gold tags would not

be enough. Besides, I'll wager he has not paid you a farthing. He'll

cheat you, Jenny. He's a rare bite is O'Toole. Between you and me,

Jenny, he is a beggarly fellow!"

"He has already paid me half," cried Jenny. It was no knowledge to

Wogan, who, however, counterfeited a deal of surprise.

"Well," said he, "he has only done it to cheat you the more easily of

the other fifty. We will go straight back and tell him that it costs

three hundred guineas, money down, and the best gown in Paris to turn a

fine figure of a girl into a dwarf-bear."

He leaned down and took Jenny by the arm. She sprang to her feet and

twisted herself free.

"No," she said, "you can go back if you will and show him what a good

friend you are to him. But I go on. The poor captain shall have one

person in the world, though she's only a servant, to help him when he

wants."