"It will be a good holiday for you."
"Great!" he answered, his satisfaction bursting forth, "great!"
"I wish I could come with you."
"Ah," he said, "ah!..." She watched him with a knifelike keenness while he reflected, and she read the stealthy gratification of the thought he voiced next: "But you can't, old girl There are the kiddies."
"Do you suppose I don't know that?"
"Oh, well; I knew you were only joking."
Joking?
What a joke!
"I shall try to save a bit of money for the first time in my life," he said. "I'll leave you a clear two hundred for yourself and the kids—that's all right, isn't it? Two hundred, and you won't have my enormous appetite to cater for! You'll do very well, won't you, Mrs. Osborn?"
"Thank you. We shall do quite well."