Her eyes sparkled. "You shouldn't be extravagant on my account."

"Let me kiss you," said Osborn, "that's all I want. You liked the old
clock, and it will look ripping in the hall, won't it?"

"We shall be _all_ oak now."

"Say you're pleased, then, you beautiful."

"I am. I did want that clock. A grandfather clock--I don't
know--there's something about it."

"As for the price, sweetheart, why bother? It'll only add a few more
instalments to the whole bally lump. It will be all right. I'll get a
rise soon--married man, you know! Responsibilities, you know!
Expenses!"

"Mother's starting us with every kind of saucepan and broom and brush
you can think of."

"Bless her!"

"Osborn, it will be an awf'ly _smart_ flat."

"It will, with you in it."

"No, but really. Everyone will admire it. I mean everyone to admire.
We'll have some little dinner-parties, won't we?"