tobacco and things on a pound a week. If you would send me up a postal order for a pound—every week."
Sorrell placed the teapot on the table. They drew chairs up to the fire and sat down.
"Just as you please, old chap. There's no need for economy"
Kit reached for the black-currant jam.
"I don't think one wants too much money in London, pater. Just as well knock about without it, especially when you want to get on with your job. Do you mind?"
"I think you are wise," said his father.
