“Nothing.”
“My dear lady—”
“I could not in conscience,” explained Miss Ramsbotham, “take payment from both sides. I am going to make a good deal out of it. I am going to make out of it at least three hundred a year, and they will be glad to pay it.”
“Who will?”
“The dressmakers. I shall be one of the most stylish women in London,” laughed Miss Ramsbotham.
“You used to be a sensible woman,” Peter reminded her.
“I want to live.”
“Can’t you manage to do it without—without being a fool, my dear.”
“No,” answered Miss Ramsbotham, “a woman can’t. I’ve tried it.”
“Very well,” agreed Peter, “be it so.”