‘Does it mean that you have spent all the money?’ she asked. ‘There was such a lot, yours and mine, together.’
Lucian felt powerless in the face of this apparently childish remark.
‘Not such a lot,’ he said. ‘And you know we had heavy expenses at first—we had to spend a lot on the house, hadn’t we?’
‘But will there be no more to spend?’ she asked. ‘I mean, has it all been spent? Because I want a lot of things, if we are to winter in Egypt as you proposed.’
Lucian laughed.
‘I’m afraid we shall not go to Egypt this winter,’ he said. ‘But don’t be alarmed; I think there will be money for new gowns and so on. No; what I just wished to know was—have you any idea of what you have spent since I transferred our accounts to Darlington’s bank?’
Haidee shrugged her shoulders. As a matter of fact she had used her cheque-book as she pleased, and had no idea of anything relating to her account except that she had drawn on it whenever she wished to do so.
‘I haven’t,’ she answered. ‘You told me I was to have a separate account, and, of course, I took you at your word.’
‘Well, it will be all right,’ said Lucian soothingly. ‘I’ll see about everything.’
He was going away, desirous of closing any discussion of the subject, but Haidee stopped him.