"You see, I've some vague idea of marrying you myself," he
concluded meditatively.
"Thank you for nothing," interrupted Golly gayly, "but I can take
care of myself and follow out my mission like John Gale."
"There's a pair of you, certainly," said Drake, with a tinge of
jealous bitterness.
"You bet it's 'a pair' that will take your 'two knaves,' you and
your Lord Brownstone," returned Golly, dropping a mock courtesy.
"Ta-ta; I'm going on the stage."
BOOK III
She went first into a tobacconist's--and sold cigarettes.
Sometimes she suffered from actual want, and ate fried fish. "Do
you know how nice fried fish tastes in London,--you on 'the
Oilan'?" she wrote gayly. "I'm getting on splendidly; so's John
Gale, I suppose, though he's looking cadaverous from starving
himself all round. Tell aunty I haven't seen the Queen yet, though
after all I really believe she has not seen me."
Then, after a severe struggle, she succeeded in getting on the
stage as a song and dance girl. She sang melodiously and danced
divinely, so remarkably that the ignorant public, knowing her to be
a Manx girl, and vaguely associating her with the symbol of the
Isle of Man, supposed she had three legs. She was the success of
the season; her cup of ambition was filled. It was slightly
embittered by the news that her friend Jinny Jones had killed
herself in the church at the wedding of her recreant lover and the
American heiress.
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