"I don't like the notion—really I don't. Look here, can't you get a servant?"
Evarne smiled again, this time somewhat ruefully.
"He does think we're rich, doesn't he, Philia? Dear Geoff, to speak frankly, I can't afford it."
He put his hand on her arm.
"Darling, surely you will let me see to that for you?"
She shook her head with unhesitating decision.
"I couldn't possibly let you ever give me money."
At length Philia saw an opening, and no alert lawyer could have darted at it more promptly.
"Until 'e is yer 'usband, yer mean. Then he'll 'ave a right to, won't 'e?"
"Of course, everything will be different then," she assented, with a swift, shy glance at her lover.