"It would be hard to leave these rooms," said Elizabeth; "but——"
"There won't be any need of that—trust me."
"They are expensive."
Denton waved that aside. He began talking of the work he could do. He was not very explicit what it would be; but he was quite sure that there was something to keep them comfortably in the happy middle class, whose way of life was the only one they knew.
"There are three-and-thirty million people in London," he said: "some of them must have need of me."