"March 20. Breakfast, 1 fr. 50 c.; tobacco, 20 c.; dinner, 2 fr.; an opera glass, 2 fr. 50 c.—that goes to your account. What did you want a glass for? You see perfectly well."
"You know I had to give an account of the Exhibition in the 'Scarf of Iris.' It is impossible to criticize paintings without a glass. The expense is quite legitimate. Well?—"
"A bamboo cane—"
"Ah, that goes to your account," said Rodolphe. "You didn't want a cane."
"That was all we spent the 20th," was Marcel's only answer. "The 21st we breakfasted out, dined out, and supped out."
"We ought not to have spent much that day."
"Not much, in fact—hardly thirty francs."
"But what for?"
"I don't know; it's marked sundries."
"Vague and treacherous heading!"