“If you touch me I shall strike you.”
“What’s the matter, dear? You’ve been cycling too much. I told Edred that thirty-five miles would be more than you could manage, and it’s nearly forty to Beer Hill and back.”
“It wasn’t a bit too long a ride. The others did it; even Nancy, who is supposed to be so delicate. I cannot endure to think you so mean, so lethargic—over a little thing. You must give him the money to-morrow, or I swear——”
“Pam.”
“Don’t call me that. Will you——”
“He shall have a check to-morrow morning, as you wish it so much.”
He opened the bureau.
“I’ve got it in notes somewhere. I meant to bank on Wednesday. Two hundred pounds!” Hereditary closeness got the better of him again. “It is a good lump. But what is mine is yours—or will be in six weeks. If it makes you happy.”
“It makes him secure. What are you doing?”
Jethro was pressing his broad thumbs carefully into the sides of a pigeonhole.