"I don't know—twice four-fifty. You multiply it."
"Nine dollars for gloves for them! Good heavens! But, Margaret, they have their own money."
"That's nice of them—I mean for them. Ah, Daniel, won't you come home?"
"The time has come, Margaret, when you and I must come to an understanding about your—your income."
"Won't it do after dinner?"
"It is a matter for private discussion and we are here alone now. Let us settle it. In the first place," he said impressively, "it is time that I took over the management of your finances. Does Walter have them in charge?"
"Daniel," said Margaret gravely, a faint colour coming to her cheeks, "Walter surely did not give you to understand that I had any money?"
"No. You did."
"I? How?"
"You said you were one of your uncle's heirs."