"Do it, sir," reiterated the lady of Jipson, a man well enough to do in the world, chief clerk of a "sugar baker," and receiving his twenty hundred dollars a year, with no perquisites, however, and—plenty of New Hampshire contingencies, (to quote our beloved man of the million, Theodore Parker,) poor relations.
"But, my dear Betsey, do you know, will you consider for once, that to do a thing of the kind—to splurge out like Tannersoil, one must expect—at least I do—to sink a full quarter of my salary, for the current year; yes, a full quarter?"
"Oh! very well, if you are going to live up here" (Jipson had just moved up above "Bleecker street,")—"and bought your carriage, and engaged——"
"Two extra servant girls," chimed in Jipson.
"And a groom, sir," continued Mrs. J.
"And gone into at least six hundred to eight hundred dollars a year extra expenses, to—a——"
"To gratify yourself, and—a——"
"Your—a—a—your vanity, Madam, you should have said, my dear."
"Don't talk that way to me—to me—you brute; you know——"
"I know all about it, my dear."