"What is the matter, my darling?" asked Percivale.
I took a half-crown from my pocket, and held it out on the palm of my hand.
"That's all I've got, Percivale," I said.
"Oh! that all—is it?" he returned lightly.
"Yes,—isn't that enough?" I said with some indignation.
"Certainly—for to-night," he answered, "seeing the shops are shut. But is that all that's troubling you?" he went on.
"It seems to me quite enough," I said again; "and if you had the housekeeping to do, and the bills to pay, you would think a solitary half-crown quite enough to make you miserable."
"Never mind—so long as it's a good one," he said. "I'll get you more to-morrow."
"How can you do that?" I asked.
"Easily," he answered. "You'll see. Don't you trouble your dear heart about it for a moment."