Lucy was silent for a while, twisting her mouth discontentedly. David observed her. Suddenly he held out his hand to her again, relenting.
'Do you really want to go so much, Lucy?'
'Of course I do,' she said, pouting, in a quick injured tone. 'It's—it's a chance, and I want to see what it's like; and I should hardly have to buy anything new, unless it's a new bonnet, and I can make that myself.'
David sat considering.
'Well!' he said at last, trying to stifle his sigh, 'I don't mind. I'll write and accept.'
Lucy's eye gleamed. She edged closer to her husband.
'You won't mind very much? It's only two nights. Isn't Sandy cramping your arm?'
'Oh, we shall get through, I dare say. No—the boy's all right. I say'—with a groan—'shall I have to get a new dress suit?'
'Yes, of course,' said Lucy, with indignant eagerness.
'Well, then, if you don't go off, and let me earn some money, we shall be in the Bankruptcy Court. Good-bye! I shall take the boy into the study, and cover him up while I work.'