“You must borrow it; perhaps you can go and persuade my uncle to let you have some.”
“If you would let me tell him that I am your wife,” she pleaded.
“I forbid you telling him,” he said shortly. “But you might ask him to advance your quarter’s allowance.”
“I might write and request him to do that, without going to town.”
“No. It is easy to refuse in a letter, and he must not refuse.”
“But if he will not listen to me, Alfred?” she asked, watching him curiously.
“Tell him that Sir William Rammage is your cousin, and that he has no right to refuse.”
“But if he does?” she persisted.
“Then you must get it elsewhere. There are those people you stayed with in Cornwall Gardens.”
She looked up quickly. “I cannot go to Mrs. North,” she said firmly. “There are some things due to my own self-respect: I cannot forget them even for you.”