Millie shrugged her shoulders.
"I shall join you so soon," she said.
It dawned upon Tony that she was making too little of the burden which she would be called upon to bear--the burden of dull lonely months in that great shabby house.
"It will be a little while before I can send for you, Millie," he protested. But she paid no heed to the protest. She fetched her bank book and added up the figures.
"I have three thousand pounds," she said.
"I'll borrow half," he repeated. "Of course, I am only borrowing. Should things go wrong with me, you are sure to get it back in the end."
They drove down to Millie's bank the next morning, and fifteen hundred pounds were transferred to his account.
"Meanwhile," said Tony, as they came out of the door into Pall Mall, "we have not yet settled where our farm is to be. I think I will go and see Chase."
"The man in Stepney Green?" Millie asked.
"Yes. He's the man to help us."