"And, George, there are burglars!"
"Yes, my dear," I said triumphantly, "heaven be praised there are burglars!"
Clara looked at me. She is very quick.
"You are thinking of the silver."
"Of all the silver."
"But, George, can we afford it?"
"Afford what?"
"To have the silver stolen."
"Supposing there was a burglar insurance, as a reward."
The next moment Clara was laughing in my arms.