When she had finished her tea she was rising to leave the room.
Her husband stopped her.
“Will you please sit down again for a few minutes?”
“The dressing bell has gone,” she said unwillingly.
“That doesn’t matter,” he said, “we can be late for once. I fancy,” he went on coolly, “that your pride is of a sufficiently rational and well-bred order not to think itself obliged to make any difficulties about money matters.”
“I will do as you wish in the matter.”
“And if any emergency arises requiring your interference, will you consent to act?”
“Yes,” she said simply.
“And now,” he said, “comes the question of how this business is to be presented to the world.”
She raised her head impatiently. “The world won’t trouble itself with me.”