It does a man no harm, I tell you, to be a bit quick-tempered.

I shan't be a fool.' 'No, but--I could warn you often.

And then you know,' she said, slowly, caressing his shoulder with her hand--'I could look after money.

You're dreadfully bad about money, John.

Directly you've got it, you spend it--and sometimes when you borrow you forget all about paying it back.' He was struck dumb for a moment with astonishment; feeling at the same time the trembling of the form which his arm still encircled.
'Well, Phoebe,' he said, at last, 'you seem determined to say disagreeable things to me to-night.