"For you, darling? A devilish poor one, I'm afraid."
"Oh don't! We've said enough about that."
"Yes, but I haven't told you everything. Do you know, I might have been fairly well off by now, if I'd only chosen."
Now there was no need whatever for him to make that revelation. He was driven to it by vanity. He wanted to make an impression. He wanted Flossie to see him in all his moral beauty.
"How was that?" she asked with interest.
"I can't tell you much about it. It was something to do with business. I got an offer of a thumping big partnership three years ago—and I refused it."
He had made an impression. Flossie turned on him a look of wonder, a look uncertain and inscrutable. "What did you do that for?"
"I did it because it was right. I didn't like the business."
"That's not quite the same thing, is it?"
"Not always. It happened to be in this case."