She gave him a contemptuous glance. "Of course," said she. "What low people you must have been used to!"
"I thought perhaps you had rented it for your bunco game," retorted he. "The furniture, the horses, the motor—all those things—do they belong to you?"
"I shall leave the room if you insult me," said she.
"Did you include them in the seven thousand dollars?"
"The money is in the bank. It has nothing to do with our house and our property."
He reflected, presently said: "The horses and carriages must be sold at once—and all those servants dismissed except perhaps two. We can live in the house."
She grew purple with rage. "Sell MY carriages! Discharge MY servants! I'd like to see you try!"
"Who's to pay for keeping up that establishment?" demanded he.
She was silent. She saw what he had in mind.
"If you want to keep that house and live comfortably," he went on, "you've got to cut expenses to the bone. You see that, don't you?"