"I expect you did, dearest."
"However, I'm going into accounts with you presently, and then you'll know everything."
"Overspent yourself?" he smiled complacently, with the knowledge of that thousand pounds backing him. "Want money to go on with?"
She shook her head.
"I don't want anything, thanks."
The thought was to her like a bulwark; it was a thought which thousands of wives would have loved to possess. It somehow completed her sense of detachment from him. She puzzled him.
"How long have you had a maid?" he asked. "I must say I was awf'ly surprised when what's—her—name—Ann—opened the door to me."
"Let's see," she considered, wrinkling her brows, "I've had her for six months. Before that I had a woman in to do the rough work."
"Well, if you could manage it—"
"I managed it, and kept quite within our income, thank you, Osborn."