"That's it," he enjoined, "be methodical. That's splendid of you."
"And this week it comes to two pounds ten."
Osborn's hand ceased its jingling; he withdrew it and sat still.
"Oh!..." he said in an altered voice, "does it? Well, all right."
"That doesn't include the coal, or—or allow for gas," murmured Marie. "I expect the meter is ready for another half-crown."
Osborn looked at the sitting-room fire.
"Marie love," he said, clearing his throat, "I'm sorry, but—but will it always come to as much?"
"I hope not. No, I'll keep it down as much as I can, Osborn. But this week—"
"Was just a trial trip," said Osborn.
"You see, I told the tradespeople to send in weekly books and—and if I don't pay, they'll wonder."