"What matter how far it is! If I can't live in England I must go where I can live."
"Don't be cross, dear. I know it's your health that makes you that irritable, but it's hard to bear at times."
"You won't care to go to Egypt with me."
"How can you think that, Bill? Have I ever refused you anything?"
"Quite right, old girl, I'm sorry. I know you'd do anything for me. I've always said so, haven't I? It's this cough that makes me sharp tempered and fretful. I shall be different when I get to Egypt."
"When do we start?"
"If we get away by the end of October it will be all right. It will cost a lot of money; the journey is expensive, and we shall have to stop there six months. I couldn't think of coming home before the end of April."
Esther did not answer. They walked some yards in silence. Then he said—
"I've been very unlucky lately; there isn't much over a hundred pounds in the bank."
"How much shall we want?"