Anyway, they all appeared in his room, when the time came for packing.
So whole-hearted was his wife's interest in the undertaking, that Ronnie almost began to look upon it as her plan.
It was she who arranged routes and booked his passages.
When Cook's cheque had to be written it was a large one.
Helen took out her cheque book.
"No, no, dear," said Ronnie.

"I must pay it out of my own earnings.

It is a literary speculation." Helen hesitated.

She knew Ronnie did not realise how much the new building and necessary repairs on the estate were costing her this year.
"What is your balance at the bank, Ronnie ?" "I haven't the remotest idea." "Darling, why don't you make a note of your last balance on your counterfoil?
Then at any moment you can add up all subsequent cheques and see at a glance how you stand." "Yes, I know, you have explained all that to me before, Helen.

But, you see, most of my counterfoils are blank! I forget to fill them in.