"They don't pay you."
His mouth involuntarily gave a twist of contempt.
"They don't pay you," she repeated. "You are wearing yourself out ... for nothing."
"Try and feel, Tilly, that I am not wearing myself out for nothing ... just because I am not making money."
"Then teach me to feel it."
He looked at her in despair.
"Teach me!" she entreated. "For your sake, because I love you, I will try to learn, try to feel ... I love you, I love you, Addie!"
"Dear," he said, gently, "I'll do my best ... to teach you to feel it. Come with me."
"Where?"
"There ... to those little cottages."