She did not smile, but her eyes smiled. He had got the better of her. He had been cleverer than she was. She was beaten.
"But we shall have no money."
"Read the letter, child. I'm not a fool."
"I know you're not a fool. No one knows that better than me."
He went on:
"And what's uncle's money for, if it comes to that?"
"But we can't spunge on them like that!"
"Spunge be dashed! What's money for? It's no good till it's spent. If he can't spend it on us, who can he spend it on? He always makes out he's fiendishly hard, but he's the most generous idiot ever born."
"Yes, you're awfully like him."
"I'm not."