"Won't I be crowding up our little apartment? Describe it again to me, dearest—our home."
"It's so little, Gerald. Three rooms and the littlest, babiest kitchen.
When you're once up, I'll teach its every corner to you."
Tears seeped through the line where his lids had been, and it was almost more than she could bear.
"I'll make it up to you, though, Hester. I know I should have been strong enough to hold out against your marrying me, but I'll make it up. I've a great scheme; a sort of braille system of accountancy—"
"Please, Gerald—not now!"
"If only, Hester, I felt easier about the finances. Will your savings stand the strain? Your staying at home from your work this way—and then me—"
"Gerald dear, I've told you so often—I've saved more than we need."
"My girl!"
"My dear, my dear!" she said.
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