"We shall get accustomed," said Mr. Jope with a forced air of
cheerfulness.
Mr. Adams glanced over his shoulder at the statuary and answered
"yes" in a loud unfaltering voice. After a short silence he arose,
opened one of the windows, removed a quid from his cheek, laid it
carefully on the outer sill, closed the window, and resumed his seat.
Mr. Jope had pulled out a cake of tobacco, and was slicing it into
small pieces with his clasp-knife.
"Goin' to smoke?" asked Mr. Adams, with another glance at the Diana.
"It don't hurt this 'ere marble pavement--not like the other thing."
"No"--Mr. Adams contemplated the pavement while he, too, drew forth
and filled a pipe--"a man might play a game of checkers on it; that
is, o' course, when no one was lookin'."
"I been thinking," announced Mr. Jope, "over what his Reverence said
about bankin' our money."
"How much d'ye reckon we've got?"
"Between us? Hundred an' twelve pound, fourteen and six.
That's after paying for rum, barrer and oddments. We could live,"
said Mr. Jope, removing his pipe from his mouth and pointing the stem
at his friend in expository fashion--"we could live in this here
house for more'n three years.
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