"Such love is enervating. Are you not ambitious for me?"
"You've done enough."
"I am capable of doing much better work."
"You are capable of anything."
"Except of that book on Staffordshire Pottery."
"That was only to have been a stop-gap. You replaced that with me, darling that you are!"
"What will Sir George say when he knows?"
"He will say 'Lucky fellow' and envy me. Margaret, about how we shall live, and where?"
He told her again he was not rich. There was Anne, a certain portion of his income must be put aside for Anne.
"You are quite rich enough. For the matter of that I have still my marriage settlement. Father would give me more if we needed it. James had thousands from him."
Then they both coloured, she in shame that this ineffable James had ever called her wife. He, because the idea that any of her comforts or luxuries should emanate from her father or from any one but himself was repellent to him. He would have talked ways and means, considered the advantages of house or flat, spoken of furniture, but that at first she was wayward and said it was unlucky to "count chickens before they were boiled, or was it a watched pot?" She would only banter and say things that were without meaning or for which he