“It would go on just the same. But we sha’n’t be separated. I shall get something to do in town and live there. I’ll be a clerk, or go into a shop—or something.”
“My darling, that would never do.”
“Wouldn’t it, though!”
“I couldn’t let you do it.”
“Why ever not? We should see each other every evening, and every Saturday and Sunday. We should always be learning something new, and learning it together. We should have a heavenly time.”
But Arthur shook his head sadly. “It wouldn’t work, my sweetheart. We aren’t made like that.”
“I am,” said Aggie, stoutly, and there was silence.
“Anyhow,” she said, presently, “whatever happens, we’re not going to let it drop.”
“Rather not,” said he, with incorruptible enthusiasm.
Then, just because he had left off thinking about it, he was told that in the autumn of that year he might expect a rise.