She sat up and looked at him. Her eyes began to shine, and the colour came into her cheeks.
“Perhaps the best thing would be to get it over, and then you’d come back to me.”
Now that he had made the suggestion he was sick with anguish, and yet the torture of it gave him a strange, subtle sensation. She stared at him with open eyes.
“Oh, how could we, on your money? Harry wouldn’t think of it.”
“Oh yes, he would, if you persuaded him.”
Her objections made him insist, and yet he wanted her with all his heart to refuse vehemently.
“I’ll give you a fiver, and you can go away from Saturday to Monday. You could easily do that. On Monday he’s going home till he takes up his appointment at the North London.”
“Oh, Philip, do you mean that?” she cried, clasping her hands. “If you could only let us go—I would love you so much afterwards, I’d do anything for you. I’m sure I shall get over it if you’ll only do that. Would you really give us the money?”
“Yes,” he said.
She was entirely changed now. She began to laugh. He could see that she was insanely happy. She got up and knelt down by Philip’s side, taking his hands.