She looked at him gravely and shook her head.
“That is my affair. You work, I find the food. That is my part of the partnership. It is quite reasonable.”
Brent attempted to argue, but she was very determined, and she had her way.
“You must leave me some share, mon ami. It would be absurd if you were responsible for everything.”
“Now tell me. What do you require—most urgently?”
He reflected.
“A good saw.”
“Yes.”
“A dictionary.”
“But you speak almost like a Frenchman.”