“No, not yet. We must wait a little while. We must wait until I get the remittance from my publisher. His heart will soften as soon as the Diet cancels its decree.”
“What will you do with the twelve hundred?”
“Don’t worry—I’ll know what to do with it——”
“I know, you’ll put it in the bank, you miser——”
Her countenance fell. Albert had been complaining of late of his extravagances and regretting that he had saved nothing from his large earnings during the past five years. He had told her that from now on he would be very economical and lay something aside for a rainy day.
He was wistful. He was thinking of the earrings and wished to guard his surprise.
“Will you put away all of it?”
Anger was gathering in her pretty face. Since the king had become his friend she could not see why Albert should want to save any money after this. She had hoped he would at least take her that evening to one of the cafés.
“No, no, I won’t put it all away,” he said joyfully, fondling her.
“You are becoming stingy,” she said sullenly, and tried to disengage herself from his embrace.