He said nothing and they walked along in an uncomfortable silence. Then she turned to him, putting her hand through his arm.
"Now, look here, Bunny. We're not going to have a quarrel. And if we are going to have a quarrel, I must know what it's about. Everything must be straight between us, always. I can't bear your not telling me what you're thinking. I'm sensible, I can stand anything if you'll only tell me. Is there any other reason besides your mother why you don't want people to know that we're engaged?"
"No, of course not—only. . . . Well, it looks so silly seeing that we have no money and——"
"What does it matter what people say? We know, you and I, that you're going to have a job soon. We can manage on a very little at first——"
"It isn't that——" He suddenly smiled, looking young and happy again. He pressed her arm against his side. "Look here, Millie—as you've let the cat out of the bag, the least you can do is to help about the money side of things."
"Help? Of course I will."
"Well, then—why not work old Victoria for a trifle? She's rolling in wealth and just chucks it round on all sorts of rotten people who don't care about her a damn. She's devoted to you. I'm sure she'd settle something on us if you asked her."
Millie stared at him.
"Live on Victoria! Ask her for money? Oh, Bunny! I couldn't——"
"Why not? Everyone does—people who aren't half so fond of her as you are."