II
She took the Returns Sheet from him. "No," she said after she had examined it, "there doesn't appear to be any mistake. It seems to be all right!"
She put the paper and the cheque down, and turned away.
"It's queer, isn't it?" he said.
"Yes. Yes, very! We shall have to do something, John. We've very little left!"
"Of course, there's the London season to come yet," he said to comfort her.
"Not for a very long time," she answered, "and it may not be any better than this!" She hesitated for a moment, then she hurriedly said, "John, why shouldn't I go on with my work!"
"On with your work! What do you mean?"
"Why shouldn't I get a job again? We could manage, I think, and the money I'd earn would be useful. You could finish your new book!..."
His pride was hurt. "Oh, no," he said at once. "No, no, I can't agree to that. What sort of a husband would I look like if people heard that I couldn't maintain my wife. Oh, Eleanor, I couldn't think of such a thing!...