Jill laughed unfeelingly.
“It will do you good, Freddie. It’ll stir you up and prevent you being so silly again. Besides, you know you’ll hardly notice it. You’ve much too much money as it is.”
“It’s not the money. It’s the principle of the thing. I hate looking a frightful chump.”
“Well, you needn’t tell anybody. We’ll keep it a secret. In fact, we’ll start at once, for I hear Uncle Chris outside. Let us dissemble. We are observed!… Hullo, Uncle Chris!”
She ran down the room, as the door opened, and kissed the tall, soldierly man who entered.
“Well, Jill, my dear.”
“How late you are. I was expecting you hours ago.”
“I had to call on my broker.”
“Hush! Hush!”
“What’s the matter?”