"It certainly isn't for mine," said Brodrick.
She considered him pensively. She knew that he didn't care a rap about the little squat god, but he abhorred untidiness—in other people.
"Poor darling—how uncomfy he is, with all his little rose-leaves crumpled under him. Irritating him."
She came and hung over him and stroked his hair till he smiled.
"I told you at the time you ought to have married Gertrude. What on earth possessed you to go and marry me?"
He kissed her, just to show what possessed him.
The question of finance was settled by his going into it again and finding out her awful average and making her an allowance large enough to cover it. And at the end of another two months she came to him in triumph.
"Look there," she said. "I've saved a halfpenny. It isn't much, but it shows that I can save when I give my mind to it."
He said he would hang it on his watch-chain and cherish it for ever.
As before, he kissed her. He loved her, as men love a disastrous thing, desperately, because of her divine folly.