"Do you know how much Laura could make if she took a job just on her own merits?"
Madison shook his head. Impatiently he replied:
"As I don't intend to share in her salary, I never took the trouble to inquire."
"She'd get about forty dollars."
"That laps me ten," retorted the other.
Brockton persisted.
"But how are you going to support her?" he demanded. "Her cabs cost more than your salary, and she pays her week's salary for an every-day walking hat. She's always had a maid. Her simplest gown flirts with a hundred dollar note. Her manicurist and her hairdresser will eat up as much as you pay for your board. She never walks when it's stormy, and every afternoon there's her ride in the park. She dines in the best places in New York, and one meal costs her more than you make in a day. Do you imagine for a moment that she's going to sacrifice these luxuries for any great length of time?"
"I intend to give them to her," replied Madison promptly.
"On thirty dollars a week?"
"I propose to go out and make a lot of money."