“Yes, dear, I went to see him. I told you I was going on business.”
“Oh. And what did he say to you?”
“Well, he was rather pathetic, if you want to know. Absurdly hurt that you had not told him before about the marriage.”
“What! But he would have opposed it.”
“Yes, he would.”
“Well, Dane,” she stared at him.
“Absurd, I know, dear. But he is not opposing us now. He’s beastly humble.”
“You’ve made him so, then.”
“No, no. He did some thinking after what you said.”
“I’m glad to hear it.”
“He wants to get me into his club.”
“What!”
“I know, it is funny, isn’t it? But I told him I’d never use the damned thing, that I did not want it anyway.”
“Oh, I am glad. You never want to go back to that kind of thing, do you?”
“No, dear, I do not.” And his tone was emphatic enough to please even her.
That night after dinner as they lay together in the hammock he took a paper out of his pocket and handed it to her. She opened it and stared at it in astonishment. It was a cheque for a thousand pounds. He thought her reception of it was the most extraordinary thing of the kind he had ever seen.
“Why, what is this?” she asked, raising puzzled eyes.
“Have you never seen a cheque before?” he smiled.
“You are giving me this?”
“Well, what is surprising about it, dear? You are my wife, you know, and a man may give money to his wife.
