He went out with a wink at Imogen, saying: "I say, Mother, could I have two plover's eggs when I come in ?--cook's got some.

They top up so jolly well.

Oh! and look here--have you any money ?--I had to borrow a fiver from old Snobby." Winifred, looking at him with fond shrewdness, answered: "My dear, you are naughty about money.

But you shouldn't pay him to-night, anyway; you're his guest.

How nice and slim he looked in his white waistcoat, and his dark thick lashes!" "Oh, but we may go to the theatre, you see, Mother; and I think I ought to stand the tickets; he's always hard up, you know." Winifred produced a five-pound note, saying: "Well, perhaps you'd better pay him, but you mustn't stand the tickets too." Val pocketed the fiver.
"If I do, I can't," he said.