“Twenty guineas, mother! That’s just what you wanted to buy Arthur out. Now you needn’t borrow any. It’ll just do.”
“Indeed, I shan’t take it all,” she said.
“But why?”
“Because I shan’t.”
“Well — you have twelve pounds, I’ll have nine.”
They cavilled about sharing the twenty guineas. She wanted to take only the five pounds she needed. He would not hear of it. So they got over the stress of emotion by quarrelling.