I told her about that over-draft - it was positively insulting!"

"I don't like overdrafts," he said, without any irritation. "When
you want extra amounts you have only to let me know."

"You are always finding fault with me," she complained. "It's
either money, or my clothes, or Graham, or something." Her eyes
filled. She looked young and absurdly childish. But a talk he had
had with the rector was still in his mind. It was while they were
still at the table, and Nolan had been attacking the British
government.

"We get out of this world largely what we put into it," he had said.
"You give largely, Clay, and you receive largely. I rejoice in your
prosperity, because you have earned it."

"You think, then," he had asked, "that we only receive as we give?
I don't mean material things, of course."

The rector had fixed him with kindly, rather faded old eyes. "That
has been my experience," he said. "Happiness for instance only
comes when we forget our eternal search for it, and try to make
others happy. Even religion is changing. The old selfish idea
of saving our own souls has given way largely to the saving of
others, by giving them a chance to redeem themselves. Decent
living conditions - "

He had gone on, but Clayton had not listened very intently. He had
been wondering if happiness was not the thing he had somehow missed.
It was then that he had decided to give the car. If, after all,