Her face lit up with a smile as she crossed to Hallam, and laid her white hand upon his arm.
“Don’t think me unkind for going away, dear,” she said softly. “Have you quite done?”
“Yes,” he said shortly. “There, don’t stop me; I’m late.”
“Are you going to the bank, dear?”
“Of course I am. Where do you suppose I’m going?”
“I only thought, dear, that—”
“Then don’t only think for the sake of saying foolish things.”
She laid her other hand upon his arm, and smiled in his face.
“Don’t let these money matters trouble you so, Robert,” she said. “What does it matter whether we are rich or poor?”
“Oh, not in the least!” he cried sarcastically. “You don’t want any money, of course?”