‘I’ve had something to worry me, dear.’
‘Poor old boy, I know you have. What was it?’
‘Why should I bother you with it?’
‘A nice wife I should be, if I shared all your joys and none of your sorrows! Anyhow, I had rather share sorrow with you than joy within any one else.’ She snuggled her head up against his knee. ‘Tell me about it, Frank.’
‘You remember my telling you just before our marriage that I was surety for a man?’
‘I remember perfectly well.’
‘His name was Farintosh. He was an insurance-agent, and I became surety for him in order to save his situation.’
‘Yes, dear, it was so noble of you.’
‘Well, Maude, he was on the platform this morning, and when he saw me, he turned on his heel and hurried out of the station. I read guilt in his eyes. I am sure that his accounts are wrong again.’
‘Oh, what an ungrateful wretch!’