As he seemed to like having left it, Bella took it for granted that there was no misfortune in the case.
“In a word, my love,” said John, “the China House is broken up and abolished. There is no such thing any more.”
“Then, are you already in another House, John?”
“Yes, my darling. I am in another way of business. And I am rather better off.”
The inexhaustible baby was instantly made to congratulate him, and to say, with appropriate action on the part of a very limp arm and a speckled fist: “Three cheers, ladies and gemplemorums. Hoo—ray!”
“I am afraid, my life,” said John, “that you have become very much attached to this cottage?”
“Afraid I have, John? Of course I have.”
“The reason why I said afraid,” returned John, “is, because we must move.”
“O John!”
“Yes, my dear, we must move. We must have our headquarters in London now. In short, there’s a dwelling-house rent-free, attached to my new position, and we must occupy it.”
“That’s a gain, John.”
“Yes, my dear, it is undoubtedly a gain.”
He gave her a very blithe look, and a very sly look. Which occasioned the inexhaustible baby to square at him with the speckled fists, and demand in a threatening manner what he meant?