Mumford pretended not to care much, but Emmeline imagined a new anxiety in his look.
'Do be frank with me, dear,' she urged one evening.

'Are we living too--' He answered her with entire truthfulness.

Ground for serious uneasiness there was none whatever; he could more than make ends meet, and had every reason to hope it would always be so; but it would relieve his mind if the end of the year saw a rather larger surplus.

He was now five-and-thirty--getting on in life.

A man ought to make provision beyond the mere life-assurance--and so on.
'Shall I look out for other advertisements ?' asked Emmeline.
'Oh, dear, no! It was just that particular one that caught my eye.' Next morning arrived a letter, signed 'Louise E.Derrick.' The writer said she had been waiting to compare and think over some two hundred answers to her advertisement.