"But I only meant that we should have to be very careful how we lived. I don't know quite whether I am so good at being careful about money as a fellow ought to be."
"You must take a lesson from me, sir."
"I have sent the horses to Tattersall's," he said in a tone that was almost funereal.
"What!—already?"
"I gave the order yesterday. They are to be sold,—I don't know when. They won't fetch anything. They never do. One always buys bad horses there for a lot of money, and sells good ones for nothing. Where the difference goes to I never could make out."
"I suppose the man gets it who sells them."
"No; he don't. The fellows get it who have their eyes open. My eyes never were open,—except as far as seeing you went."
"Perhaps if you had opened them wider you wouldn't have to go to—"
"Don't, Adelaide. But, as I was saying about the horses, when they're sold of course the bills won't go on. And I suppose things will come right. I don't owe so very much."
"I've got something to tell you," she said.