"Let's talk of something else," she said gaily; "tell me more about yourself. I've had no details yet, and I'm longing for them. You're keeping the job, are you? And just what good things does keeping it mean?"
"A fur coat for Marie," he said with a hint of reproachful pathos.
"How lovely! But what will it mean to you was what I'm asking?"
"The salary is five hundred, as you know." And guardedly, for he knew many men who deemed it well to be careful over telling their wives these things, he added: "With any luck the commission's more than the salary."
He left it vague, like that, for safety.
"I do congratulate you, Osborn."
"Our ship's really in, at last, you see, old girl."
"My poor income fades into the background behind yours!"
"Well, yours isn't so bad for a woman!"
"So I've found. I've had clothes, and gone about, and begun to think and read and see good plays again, all on the strength of it."