"I don't care. I can't, and I won't."
Frank cast an eye at the door, beyond which dozed the Major in the chair before the fire.
"Well, what d'you want?"
"I want another dress, and ... and lots of things."
Frank stared at her resignedly.
"How much will it all come to?"
"I don't know. Two pounds—two pounds ten."
"Let's see: to-day's the twentieth. We must get you back before Christmas. If I let you have it to-morrow, will it do?—to-morrow night?"
She nodded. A sound came from beyond the door, and she fled.