"So it is!" He seized her round her waist. "We'll do it together—you and I—turn 'em out—buy back all the horses—and meanwhile—meanwhile, we'll economise like a couple of German Jews!"
She looked at the jar of great golden chrysanthemums, at a large box of Fuller's chocolates he had brought them that day, and at her account-book where the money seemed to run away so mysteriously.
"Oh," quoth Denis, "it isn't the things like that that use up the money; it's the little things—copper here, copper there; 'Take care of the pence and the pounds will take care of themselves,' you know. That's sound commercial sense."
"Is it?" said Nell. "It sounds all right."
"It's as right as your hand which isn't your left. I'm going to put out the lamp."
CHAPTER IV
"Sarah," said Sheila Pat, "who's in the drawing-room?"
"Mrs. Barclay, miss."
"Oh!" said Sheila Pat.
"Bread and butter—cakes—best milk jug—smallest spoons—that's right." Sarah's muttering ended with a sigh of relief.