There was a silence.
"But," she exclaimed, "I thought you said you'd wait another year." "Yes, I did say so," he replied stubbornly.
Again she considered.
"And you know," she said, "Annie's a bit of a spendthrift.

She's saved no more than eleven pounds.

And I know, lad, you haven't had much chance." He coloured up to the ears.
"I've got thirty-three quid," he said.
"It doesn't go far," she answered.
He said nothing, but twisted his fingers.
"And you know," she said, "I've nothing--" "I didn't want, ma!" he cried, very red, suffering and remonstrating.
"No, my lad, I know.

I was only wishing I had.

And take away five pounds for the wedding and things--it leaves twenty-nine pounds.