"Not much of an outlook on somebody's bean patch," he grumbled. "Deuce of a nuisance we didn't go nearer the sea." "Sea view apartments are beyond our figure," she returned. "Besides you ought not to want any outlook, nor anything else except me." St. John's ill-humour vanished, and he smiled as he put his arm round her shoulders and drew her nearer to his side. "I don't," he asseverated. "Then what are you grumbling at?" "I wasn't; I was only wishing that things were a little nicer for you." "That's very kind of you, dear, but you might wait until I complain before you begin throwing a damper on things. I think that everything is lovely, only--who is to manage the landlady, Jack? I'm sure I daren't; she looks as if she would stick on the extras. We must do our own marketing, and she won't like that, I suppose." St. John looked uneasy. "You always said," he remarked in a reminiscent manner, "that you would never allow your husband to interfere in domestic concerns; it wasn't a man's work." "Well, you are a coward," cried Jill; "big men generally are. And she's only a little woman, not any bigger than I." "Little women are so vindictive," he retorted. "I shouldn't have minded how big she had been, but I did mind the way in which she looked us over and said, `You'll have breakfast at eight-thirty, I suppose? I can let you have some butter that I've got in house.' Eight-thirty is such a commonplace plebeian hour, and sums up one's social status so exactly, and why couldn't she say in `the' house?" "Oh! don't be so ridiculous," replied Jill, "she is a Devonshire woman, of course, which makes a difference. But I don't want her butter; I'm sure it isn't good and that's why she is anxious to get rid of it." "Then why didn't you tell her so instead of saying thank you?" "I hadn't the moral courage to," Jill admitted frankly. "I don't know why you didn't help me out. If you were half a man you wouldn't allow me to be worried on my honeymoon." "It's my honeymoon too," protested St. John. "I don't see why I should be worried either. Jill, dear, run and put your hat on we can't stay all the evening in this pokey room. Let's go out catering for to-morrow and have a peep at the sea."