eyes.

"I'm afraid," she said, "that--that we'll have to buy a pram, shan't
we?"

"A 'pram'?" said Osborn, as if she had asked for a motor-car.

"All babies have to have one. It's time--he ought to have had after
the first month. He's getting so heavy, I can't carry him about much
longer."

"Then don't carry him about."

"I've got to, unless I stay in altogether."

Osborn became silent. Because he felt desperately poor he also felt
desperately angry; because he felt desperately angry he was angry with
the most convenient person--his wife.

"Couldn't we buy one," said Marie, after he had remained mute for some
while, "from the furniture people on the instalment plan?"

"Instalment plan!" he barked. "I'm sick of instalments! When am I ever
going to be free? When's my money ever going to be my own again? Tell
me that!"

"I can't tell you anything," said Marie, beginning to cry.

"Tears again!" he groaned. "Always this blasted tap-turning if you ask
a woman a lucid question! Don't you see what you're making life for