He stopped her as she moved to leave the room.
'I say, Delicia, it's awfully sweet of you to hand over that four thousand—'
She gave a little gesture of offence.
'Why speak of it, Will? You know that half of every sum I earn is placed to your account; it has been my rule ever since our marriage, and there is really no need to allude to what is now a mere custom of business.'
He still held her arm.
'Yes, that's all very well; but look here, Delicia, you're not angry with me for anything, are you?'
She raised her head and looked straightly at him.
'No, Will—not angry.'
Something in her eyes intimidated him. He checked himself abruptly, afraid to ask her anything more.
'Oh, that's all right,' he stammered hurriedly. 'I'm glad you're not angry. I thought you seemed a little put out; but it's jolly that I'm mistaken, you know. Ta-ta! Have a good morning's grind.'