“Couldn't do it in these chambers—you know that as well as I do.”
“I know, but we might go somewhere else, if you thought it worth your while.”
“I'd try to look after you, anyhow; but I shouldn't care to have to work for both of us.” This was tentative.
Dick laughed.
“Do you remember where I used to keep my bank-book?” said he. “Torp took it to be balanced just before he went away. Look and see.”
“It was generally under the tobacco-jar. Ah!”
“Well?”
“Oh! Four thousand two hundred and ten pounds nine shillings and a penny! Oh my!”
“You can have the penny. That's not bad for one year's work. Is that and a hundred and twenty pounds a year good enough?”
The idleness and the pretty clothes were almost within her reach now, but she must, by being housewifely, show that she deserved them.