“Since last night,” she began, slowly, seeming to hear her voice in another part of the room, “I’ve been wondering if we weren’t living very extravagantly.”
He looked at her in surprise. Then the expression in his face softened. “I shouldn’t worry about that, dear, if I were you. There’s no need of it.”
“Douglas!” she said.
“Eh?” He observed her sharply.
“How much do you make in a year?”
Briggs smiled and frowned at the same moment. “What?” he said, with astonishment, “how much do I make?”
“Yes. What’s your income? What was it last year? Please tell me. I have a reason for asking.”
Briggs looked vaguely around the room. “’Pon my word, I don’t believe I know myself.”
“Can’t you estimate?”
“I suppose I could,” Briggs replied, with a note of irritation in his voice. “But what do you want to know for?”