"Nonsense," said his wife. "Five francs is heaps, and you know it."
"I think it's too much," said Berry. "Give her one instead, and tell her you've hidden the rest in the bathroom and that, when she touches the towel-rail, she's warm."
"As a matter of fact," said Jill uneasily, "it's all over. I've done it."
There was a dreadful silence. Then—
"Tell us the worst," said I, "and get it over."
"I'm—I'm afraid I gave her rather a lot, but she had a nice face."
"She had a nice step," said Berry. "I noticed that about five this morning."
"How much?" said I relentlessly.
Jill looked round guiltily.
"I gave her fifty," she said.