"I wish I had been present. Did you cry too, Jim?"
"I jolly well nearly did," said Kaimes, truthfully, if ungrammatically, "though it's no good explainin' to an icicle like you. But the pater's goin' to pay the debts, free our income, an' let the Curzon Street house."
"Better and better. Then we do go to Bayswater?"
"He'll allow us one thousand a year till the debts are wiped off," went on Kaimes hurriedly, and wishing to get the explanation over, "an' we can go abroad for a couple of years."
"You can. I shan't!"
"As my wife, you must."
"As an individual, I shan't," retorted Lady Jim, calmly. She was getting over her rage now, as she foresaw a very different interview between herself and Jim before they retired for the night. "It is very good of you to have settled all this without consulting me. And now that you have done so, let us go to dinner."
"But I----"
"There's the gong," observed Leah, opening the door, "and I don't like cold soup."
"You'll have to like lots of things now you didn't like before," said Jim, as they went down.