"It was all my money the moment you were my wife."
"It is all gone now. I had to borrow a sovereign from Ducie."
"Good gracious! What an absurdity! What did you want with a sovereign? You have credit in half-a-dozen shops."
"I wanted money, not credit. I cannot buy stamps, stationery, music, medicine, and many other things with credit. And the church wants cash always. I cannot pay church dues with credit. When I borrowed a sovereign from Ducie I wanted a prescription of Dr. Fleming's made up."
"You have credit at Starkie's."
"Starkie does not make up prescriptions. I had to send to Fraser's and I have no credit at Fraser's."
Then he threw a sovereign on the table and said: "Pay Ducie at once. I do not want her chattering all over Glasgow and Kendal."
"So you have decided to send Ducie away?"
"Yes."
"She is all that is left me of my old happy life. Oh, Robert, Robert! have some pity on me."