He considered a way, of which he spoke darkly to Millie, lest she might cry out his intention.
"No use troubling," he said in a changed manner. "Come West and see the shops."
Westward they two went, pausing at windows behind which were displayed costly blouses.
"That's plenty at two guineas," Hugh said of one.
"It's a Paris model," said Millie.
"Nothing in her. Nothing."
"Not much material, I grant," Millie observed. "The style is fashionable and they charge a lot."
"I like to see you in her," said Hugh. "Take in the points and make her with an odd length of silk."
When the blouse was finished, Hugh took it to a man at whose shop trade the poorest sort of middle-class women, saying: "I can let you have a line like this at thirty-five and six a dozen."
"I'll try three twelves," said the man.