"Why, my little Yum Yum, how serious we are! We look as if we were at our own funeral. Couldn't you get the things you wanted?"
"Oh yes," said Asako, trying to brighten up, "and I've had a visitor.
Guess!"
"Relations?"
"No and yes. It was Mr. Ito, the lawyer."
"Oh, that little blighter. That reminds me. I must go and see him to-morrow, and find out what he is doing with our money."
"My money," laughed Asako, "Tanaka never lets me forget that."
"Of course, little one," said Geoffrey, "I'd be in the workhouse if it wasn't for you."
"Geoffrey darling," said his wife hesitating, "will you give me something?"
"Yes, of course, my sweetheart, what do you want?"
"I want a motor-car, yes please; and I'd like to have a cheque-book of my own. Sometimes when I am out by myself I would like—"