"And, Peggy, you must come too.

Maybe I can find one of those Optic books, and we'll be young again." "Just for old time's sake," she said impulsively.

"You'll stay for luncheon, too." "I'll have to be at the--no, I won't, either.

Do you know, I was thinking I had to be at the bank at twelve-thirty to let Mr.Perkins go out for something to eat?
The millionaire habit isn't so firmly fixed as I supposed." After a moment's pause, in which his growing seriousness changed the atmosphere, he went on, haltingly, uncertain of his position: "The nicest thing about having all this money is that--that--we won't have to deny ourselves anything after this." It did not sound very tactful, now that it was out, and he was compelled to scrutinize rather intently a familiar portrait in order to maintain an air of careless assurance.

She did not respond to this venture, but he felt that she was looking directly into his sorely-tried brain.
"We'll do any amount of decorating about the house and--and you know that furnace has been giving us a lot of trouble for two or three years--" he was pouring out ruthlessly, when her hand fell gently on his own and she stood straight and tall before him, an odd look in her eyes.
"Don't--please don't go on, Monty," she said very gently but without wavering.