Jim hadn’t dared discuss remuneration when the chancellor had offered him the job, but when his salary landed in his account, it made a much smaller impression than even his most pessimistic expectations; it was less than he had been receiving in Edinburgh, and the cost of living in London was greater.
He would have to tell his sister that she would have to wait for any rent, but Tony had been right, she would only squander it. But he would have to give her something at some point. She could be very persistent.
“We could do with a dresser,” Annabel commented one night.
“Do we need one?” asked Jim, satisfied with a bed, an armchair, and a writing desk.
“I like to do my hair at a dresser. Don’t look like that, Jim. I’m only dreaming.”
The doctor had told Annabel she should get some exer
