On top of
William's annual emoluments such an income would make them feel as if
they were rolling in money.
Visions immediately arose of all sorts of things that would now be
within the scope of their means--choicer meals for William, aprons and
caps for Mary, new curtains and much else new and delightful to
beautify the home. Little excursions too--a regular seaside holiday
during leave-time!
Messrs. Cleaver had intimated that the London solicitors were ready to
hand over the money, and Mavis was talking to her husband about its
investment.
"I trust your judgment, Will--and I'd like it put in both our names."
"Oh, no, I couldn't quite consent to that."
"I do wish you would. If it's invested well, I make out it ought to
bring us a hundred a year."
"Mavis," he said, thoughtfully, "it might be invested to bring more
than that, if you were prepared to take a certain amount of risk."
"Oh, I don't want any risk."
"An' p'raps the risk, after all, would be covered by the security I'd
offer you. That'd be for your lawyers to decide; it's not for me to
urge the safety."
"Will, what is it?"
"I hesitate for this purpose. I want to lead you up to it, so that you
shouldn't turn against the proposal without yourself or your
representatives giving it consideration.
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