"I really don't need it."
"You do—you know you do. How much money has he left you?"
She laid her hand on his arm.
"He's not himself, he isn't indeed, Mr. Hume, or he wouldn't——"
"No, of course he isn't. So I do what he would, if he were himself. You were going to starve."
"He will be angry."
"Then don't tell him. He'll never notice. Now, will he?"
"He notices nothing now," she said.
"And you'll take them? Come, think of what's-his-name—the baby, you know."