“I am a hop merchant myself, and as I have an income of seven or eight hundred, we found ourselves comfortably off, and took a nice eighty-pound-a-year villa at Norbury. Our little place was very countrified, considering that it is so close to town. We had an inn and two houses a little above us, and a single cottage at the other side of the field which faces us, and except those there were no houses until you got halfway to the station. My business took me into town at certain seasons, but in summer I had less to do, and then in our country home my wife and I were just as happy as could be wished. I tell you that there never was a shadow between us until this accursed affair began.
“There’s one thing I ought to tell you before I go further. When we married, my wife made over all her property to me—rather against my will, for I saw how awkward it would be if my business affairs went wrong. However, she would have it so, and it was done. Well, about six weeks ago she came to me.
“ ‘Jack,’ said she, ‘when you took my money you said that if ever I wanted any I was to ask you for it.’
“ ‘Certainly,’ said I. ‘It’s all your own.’
“ ‘Well,’ said she, ‘I want a hundred pounds.’
“I was a bit staggered at this, for I had imagined it was simply a new dress or something of the kind that she was after.
“ ‘What on earth for?’ I asked.
“ ‘Oh,’ said she, in her playful way, ‘you said that you were only my banker, and bankers never ask questions, you know.’
“ ‘If you really mean it, of course you shall have the money,’ said I.
“ ‘Oh, yes, I really mean it.’