Virginia stared at him in dismay.
"But what are we going to do now?" she cried.
Fanny had collapsed on to a chair, the picture of utter discouragement. Weakly she repeated after her sister:
"Yes, what are we going to do now?"
"Don't worry," smiled the young man confidently. "Everything's going to be all right."
"But if it shouldn't?" argued his wife.
"It will," he retorted. With a significant glance towards his sister-in-law, he added: "You know about my new idea!"
Fanny gave a snort of scornful incredulity.
"Oh, you and your ideas!"
He shrugged his shoulders contemptuously. What was the good of arguing with a bunch of women? That was just how his ideas had always been laughed at, and that was why he had never been able to do anything with them. Angrily he exclaimed: