"These are hard times, Godfrey, even for rich people. But
you always talk as if you were made of money!"
"Do I?"
He looked taken aback, and even hurt.
"No, no," she said, "I don't mean that, but I'm upset to-day. What with
one thing and another, I hardly know what I'm saying." She caught herself
up. "I'll tell you what I think would be reasonable. As you are so kind,
give Dolly a hundred pounds. It will make a real difference."
"No," he said, "it's going to be a thousand."
"I'm quite sure that John would not allow Dolly to accept it."
Radmore knew that when Janet invoked John, it meant that she had made up
her mind as to what must be.
He went to the door, opened it, and called out in what seemed to Janet a
very imperious tone: "Betty?" And yet no glimmer of the truth came into
Janet's mind.
"It's no good sending for Betty," she said sharply. "There are things
that can be done, and things that can't be done."
As she uttered that very obvious remark, Betty appeared.
"Yes," she said a little breathlessly. "Yes, Godfrey, what is it? We have
just started washing up--"
He took her hand and led her in front of Janet. "We have got to tell her
_now_," he said.
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