She wanted to take only the five pounds she needed.

He would not hear of it.

So they got over the stress of emotion by quarrelling.
Morel came home at night from the pit, saying: "They tell me Paul's got first prize for his picture, and sold it to Lord Henry Bentley for fifty pound." "Oh, what stories people do tell!" she cried.
"Ha!" he answered.

"I said I wor sure it wor a lie.

But they said tha'd told Fred Hodgkisson." "As if I would tell him such stuff!" "Ha!" assented the miner.
But he was disappointed nevertheless.
"It's true he has got the first prize," said Mrs.Morel.
The miner sat heavily in his chair.
"Has he, beguy!" he exclaimed.
He stared across the room fixedly.
"But as for fifty pounds--such nonsense!" She was silent awhile.