‘I’ve a further report to make,’ I said, ‘and a pretty long one. I want you to let me come soon, and detail my whole month’s history; and I promise you it’s worth hearing. Meantime, take a look at that.’
‘What, man! Certificate of deposit for £200,000? Is it yours?’
‘Mine! I earned it by thirty days’ judicious use of that little loan you let me have. And the only use I made of it was to buy trifles and offer the bill in change.’
‘Come, this is astonishing! It’s incredible, man!’
‘Never mind, I’ll prove it. Don’t take my word unsupported.’
But now Portia’s turn was come to be surprised. Her eyes were spread wide, and she said:
‘Henry, is that really your money? Have you been fibbing to me?’
‘I have indeed, dearie. But you’ll forgive me, I know.’
She put up an arch pout, and said:
‘Don’t you be so sure. You are a naughty thing to deceive me so!’