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 "But," he continued, "he's rather a lovable sort of ass."

Lola smiled at him with her eyes.

"I'm fond of Richard, Lola," continued Drewitt, "and my indiscretion is in advising you to be a little careful about money matters."

"Money matters!" she repeated, screwing up her eyebrows with a puzzled expression.

"Your happiness depends on Richard's capacity to earn money for himself. Make him do something, go into politics, write books, become a paid agitator, anything, in short. At the moment he's as sore as a vanquished heavy-weight. It will help his self-respect. Now I've done," and once more he smiled across at her.

"Thank you, Drew," she said, "I understand. You"

"Hullo! what are you two up to?" cried Beresford, who had approached unseen.

"My dear Richard, we've just been discussing the length of your ears and the loudness of your bray," said Drewitt quietly.