"What I want to do," he went on eagerly, "is to go up to London to-morrow
morning and bring back a cook in triumph! Life has taught me _one_
thing,--that is that money can procure anything." As she remained silent,
he added in a tone of relief, "There, that's settled! You go up to bed
now. I'll be off early in the morning, and we'll have a cook back by
lunch-time."
"Indeed you won't!" She faced him squarely. "I know you mean very kindly,
Godfrey--I know exactly how you feel. I've often felt like that myself;
you feel that
"'Sympathy without relief
Is like mustard without beef.'
"That's the organ-grinder's motto, and a very good motto, too. But we're
the exception which proves the rule. We're grateful for your sympathy,
but we don't want your relief."
As he gazed at her, both dismayed and very exasperated, she went on,
speaking a little wildly:--"Mustard's a very good thing. I think I needed
a little mustard just now to binge me up!"
"But that's perfectly absurd!" he exclaimed. "Why not have the beef as
well as the mustard? And look here. I don't think it's fair to me." He
stood, looking straight at her, his face aglow with feeling.
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