Well, he had to go into it now. "I don't think you can have it," he said, and then as she remained silent, "Marjorie, do you know how much money I've got?"
"Six thousand."
"I had. But we've spent nearly a thousand pounds. Yes—one thousand pounds—over and above income. We meant to spend four hundred. And now, we've got—hardly anything over five."
"Five thousand," said Marjorie.
"Five thousand."
"And there's your salary."
"Yes, but at this pace——"
"Dear," said Marjorie, and her hands came about his neck, "dear—there's something——"
She broke off. An unfamiliar quality in her voice struck into him. He turned his head to see her face, rose to his feet staring at her.
This remarkable young woman had become soft and wonderful as April hills across which clouds are sweeping. Her face was as if he had never seen it before; her eyes bright with tears.