"That pestilent young scoundrel! Was there ever anything like a woman for sheer impossibility?"
"It is because I am conscious of what your sentiments are on the subject that I am going to leave Nuthurst."
"You're going to do--what?"
"I have an income of my own----"
"Five hundred a year."
"It's more than five hundred a year."
"How much more?"
"I'm going to take a small furnished flat in London, and I'm going to live in it. For that my income will be more than ample."
"Is the girl raving? What's the matter with my house--or with me? If it comes to that, can't I take a flat for you?"
She crossed the room, and she kissed him. Educated in the school of experience, he did not show himself so grateful as he might have done.