That he should imagine her buying opera tickets for herself, with the children needing every penny she made, seemed to her ridiculous; but rich men were always like that, she reflected a little scornfully.
"If I'd only remembered about you," he murmured, and turning heavily in his chair, he added authoritatively: "Now tell me about it.

Tell me the whole thing straight through.

I am going to help you." She told him rapidly, and while she talked a sense of perfect peace and security enveloped her.

It was so long since she had been able to ask advice of a man; it was so long since anybody bigger and stronger than she had undertaken to adjust her perplexities.

The past returned to her as a dream, and she felt again that absolute reliance on the masculine ability to control events, to ease burdens, to remove difficulties, which had visited her in her childhood when Cousin Jimmy appeared in the front parlour in Hill Street.