“So that the poor one is now doubly poor, and the rich one doubly rich.”
“No,” she said, “that wouldn’t be fair. I shall make the rich one a little poorer and leave the poor one to be richer.”
“Oh, I dare say it is pure altruism. But where is he? The new idea of marriage may imply strictly preserved personalities, but I always have fancied that husband and wife were quite indivisible on their bridal tour at least.”
“How absurd! As if it wouldn’t be more dangerous to have him tire of me now than at any later time. I send him away every afternoon somewhere.”
“Poor fellow!”
“And I have been off buying St. Augustine souvenirs made in Philadelphia. Then I had a lot of little commissions. I promised my brother Cliff to send him a live alligator. I have just been buying it in that funny St. George’s Street.”
“I didn’t notice it as you came in. Have you hitched him at the gate?”
“Oh, no! he’s only a baby and goes by mail.”
I glanced at her purse. “‘In her left hand riches.’”