However, on the whole, it's a fair bargain between them.
She rejoices in the honour and glory of being a well-known artist's wife, while he has rather more money than is good for him." Ralph, broadened out a bit since his successful trip to America, was on the steps of the Mansions to welcome them, and the lift conveyed them all three up to the flat--the dear, home-like flat of which Nan felt she loved every inch.
"You're in your old room," Penelope told her, and Nan gave vent to a crow of delight.
Dinner was a delightful meal, full of the familiar gossip of the artistes' room, and the news of old friends, and fervent discussions on matters musical and artistic, with running through it all a ripple of humour and the cheery atmosphere of camaraderie and good-fellowship.
When it was over, the three drew cosily together round the fire in Ralph's den.

Nan sank into her chair with a blissful sigh.
"That's not a sigh of repletion, Penny," she explained.

"Though really your cook might have earned it?
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