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 will no doubt insist that he makes what provision he can for my son and myself; I should be greatly surprised if he could allow you more than about a thousand a year.” “Well, I suppose it’s possible to manage on that,” she said. It was pathetic! Money had no meaning for her! And, so long as other people paid the bills, what else could you expect? It must have required twice that sum to keep that beautiful body of hers in its present embarrassing state of semi-nudity.

“A thousand pounds—at present prices,” I said very distinctly, “for two people—to cover everything—, it’s not much, you will find. And, if you have been used to luxury, you will miss it more than a person who has always had to live on a small income. That is your affair, of course, and you mustn’t think me brutal if I tell you candidly that I’m considering my husband as much as I can and you not at all. You are young enough to take care of yourself, but he needs a great deal of looking after. . .” I paused to let my words sink in. Of course she didn’t believe me! Because Arthur had squandered a few hundreds on her, she thought he could produce thousands merely by pressing a bell; and, when she had sucked him dry, she expected Spenworth and Brackenbury to come