The man smiled, and his eyes were shining with generous impulse.
"How? Why, he comes into my business on a half share. You see, he's in my life on a half share already."
Monica's eyes thanked him. He wanted no words.
"And—little Phyllis—Phyl?" she asked with a tender inflection on the familiar abbreviation.
The man's smile broadened.
"Why, Phyl?" he cried. "For Phyl, whatever you say goes. Guess I'd like to hand her the house in Winnipeg as a present—on my own—though. She's just worth—everything."
Monica nodded.
"We have many debts to pay," she said. "There's that other, too."
"Other?" For a moment Hendrie looked at her in some doubt. Then he smiled again. "Ah—you mean—Angus."
"Yes, your beloved—Angus."