"Can you afford it?"
"Blow 'afford'!" said Osborn largely, placing the half-crowns before her, "we must do absolutely anything to prevent you from getting wretched."
She took the money up, half hesitating. She read the wistfulness in his face, but she felt rather wistful too.
"Thank you, Osborn," she murmured; "it'll be lovely. Julia's sure to come. But, Osborn—"
"What?"
"Some evening you'll take me yourself, won't you?"
"Rather!"
"Shall I save this till to-morrow?"
"No, no!" he cried. "To-day's when you want a tonic, not to-morrow. Go and get your tonic, Mrs. Osborn. Go and enjoy yourself!"
He was restored to content.