"What does he get?," she interrupted.
This absorption in pounds, shillings and pence comes to them entirely from their poor mother...
"A thousand a year—to start on," I told her.
"And cheap at the price," said Phyllida.
I had to beg her to enlighten me.
"Well," she said, "I don't call a thousand a year excessive to secure Will—in Morecambe..."
Mrs. Surdan was naturally pleased. For them, at least, it is a great match.
"I little thought that it would end like this, when you asked me to take charge of Hilda for three months," I said.
And that reminded me that what they called "Hilda's pocket-money" was lying almost untouched at the bank in Arthur's name. There had been no ball, hardly anything... But I could not get Mrs. Surdan to say what should be done with it...
"I'm sure you didn't," she answered.