"Don't let us talk about Julia."
"No, let's talk about us. I bought the clock, darling."
"The clock! Did they knock down the price?"
"No, they didn't," said Osborn, "but you wanted it and that was good enough for me."
Her eyes sparkled. "You shouldn't be extravagant on my account."
"Let me kiss you," said Osborn, "that's all I want. You liked the old clock, and it will look ripping in the hall, won't it?"
"We shall be all oak now."
"Say you're pleased, then, you beautiful."
"I am. I did want that clock. A grandfather clock—I don't know—there's something about it."
"As for the price, sweetheart, why bother? It'll only add a few more instalments to the whole bally lump. It will be all right. I'll get a rise soon—married man, you know! Responsibilities, you know! Expenses!"