“I don’t see it,” he answered.
“And what do you want of ten thousand a year?” she demanded. “You can live like a king on what you’re drawing now.”
“You don’t mean that?” he asked.
“I don’t mean you ought to give up trying for the big jobs,” she said quickly. “You ought to try all the harder for those, because that’s all that’s left for you to try for. With everything else provided, you ought to make a name for yourself. Why, you’re free to work for nothing else.”
“On twenty-five dollars a week?”
“And a house that’s all your own. With a roof over your head no one can take away, and heat and light––why, it’s a fortune and your twenty-five so much extra.”
“Well, I have to eat,” he observed.
“Yes, you have to eat.”
“And wear clothes.”