"Do you expect me to believe," demanded he, excited and angry--"do
you expect me to believe you've not given the subject of our
future a thought?"
She continued reading. Such a question in such a tone called for
the rebuke of an ignoring silence. Also, deep down in her nature,
down where the rock foundations of courage should have been but
were not, there had begun an ominous trembling.
"You know what my salary is?"
"You just mentioned it."
"You know it's to be only five hundred dollars a year more after
January?"
"I knew the Cabinet people got eight thousand." She was gazing
dreamily out toward the purple horizon, seemed as far as its
mountains from worldliness.
"Hadn't you thought out how we were to live on that sum? You are
aware I've practically nothing but my salary."
"I suppose I ought to think of those things--ought to have thought
of them," replied she with a vague, faint smile. "But really--
well, we've been brought up rather carelessly--I suppose some
people would call it badly--and--"
"You take me for a fool, don't you?" he interrupted roughly.
She elevated her eyebrows.
"I wish I had a quarter for every row between your people and your
grandmother on the subject of money.
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