“Where shall we live?” asked May.
“Wallingthorpe wrote to me yesterday, and told me of a flat somewhere up in Bloomsbury, which could be had cheap. It’s up a lot of stairs, but it has a big room which has a good light for a studio.”
“We had better go at once, hadn’t we?”
“Well, yes. They will be clearing everything out of here in a day or two, and, of course, we can’t go back to Grosvenor Square.”
May smiled.
“I think it will be rather amusing,” she said, “living in a poky little house. I suppose it’s healthy, isn’t it?”
“Very, I believe. Manvers said it was rather nice being extraordinarily poor. I wonder if you will like it. I know I shan’t mind.”
“Tom, I mind nothing with you. You know that, don’t you?”
Tom wrinkled up his nose—a trick he had.
“Well, I didn’t anticipate that you would apply for a separation.”