She had half made up her mind.
"I shall take a flat—"
He shook his head.
"In a way, I have a recollection that you told me you had relations in Cornwall. Was I dreaming? And you said that when you had saved enough money you were going to buy a farm in Cornwall and raise hackneys. Was that a dream?"
She shook her head.
"No, that is my dream," she said, "but what is the use of talking about that, Ronnie. It would cost a small fortune."
"Could you do it on five thousand?" he asked.
"With my money and five thousand—yes."
"I will lend you three thousand free of all interest, and I will give you two thousand. I won't give it all to you, because I want a hold on you. Easy money spends itself. Will you go to Cornwall, Lola?"
François, entering, saved him from her hectic embrace.