"Well, and now I've got to keep you, and if you could make me sing in a dozen halls every night, you would, and spend the money on yourself--joyfully you would." "We would spend it together, my dear.

Don't turn rusty, Lotty." He was not a bad-tempered man, and this kind of talk did not anger him at all.

So long as his wife worked hard and brought in the coin for him to spend, what mattered for a few words now and then?
Besides, he wanted her assistance.
"What are you driving at ?" he went on.

"I show you a bit of my hand, and you begin talking round and round.

Look here, Lotty.