We must be fair to him, you know. I can't help feeling
that he knows what he's about. And if he does succeed, he'll pay
us all back.'
Maud began to gnaw her fingers, a disagreeable habit she had in
privacy.
'Then why doesn't he live more economically?'
'I really don't see how he can live on less than a hundred and
fifty a year. London, you know --'
'The cheapest place in the world.'
'Nonsense, Maud!'
'But I know what I'm saying. I've read quite enough about such
things. He might live very well indeed on thirty shillings a
week, even buying his clothes out of it.'
'But he has told us so often that it's no use to him to live like
that. He is obliged to go to places where he must spend a little,
or he makes no progress.'
'Well, all I can say is,' exclaimed the girl impatiently, 'it's
very lucky for him that he's got a mother who willingly
sacrifices her daughters to him.'
'That's how you always break out. You don't care what unkindness
you say!'
'It's a simple truth.'
'Dora never speaks like that.'
'Because she's afraid to be honest.
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