He looked at her narrowly, in his suspicious way.
'First of all, because I think it would amuse you.'
'Amuse me, indeed!'
'And then, far more, because—Bruce, do you remember assuring me that you were going to make £5,000 a year at least?'
'Well, so I shall, so I shall. You must give a fellow time. Rome wasn't built in a day.'
'I know it wasn't, and if it had been it would be no help to me. Will you look at the bills?'
'Oh, confound it!'
'Bruce dear, if you're not going to work at your play tonight, won't you just glance at the accounts?'
'You know perfectly well, Edith, if there's one thing I hate more than another it's glancing at accounts. Besides, what good is it? What earthly use is it?'
'Of course it would be use if you would kindly explain how I'm going to pay them?'