“Look here!” he said; “there is the money for our supper: if you will not go with me and eat it, I will throw it in the street.”
With her ingrained feeling of the preciousness of money Alice did not believe him.
“Oh, no, Richard! you would never do that!” she said.
The same instant the coins rang faintly from the middle of the street, and a cab passed over them. Alice gave a cry as of bodily pain, and started to pick them up. Richard held her fast.
“It's your supper, Richard!” she almost shrieked, and struggled to get away after the money.
“Yes,” he answered; “and yours goes after it, except you come in and share it with me!”
As he spoke he showed her his hand with shillings in it.
She turned and entered the shop. Richard ordered a good meal.
Alice stopped in the middle of her supper, laid down her knife and fork, and burst out crying.
“What is the matter?” said Richard, alarmed.