“And that would include—?” Regina questioned.
“It would include our clothes, our club subscriptions—”
“Your what?”
“Our club subscriptions.”
“Oh, you are going to join a club, are you?”
“Of course. You have a club, mother. We want some place where we can rest the soles of our feet when we are in London. It isn’t as if you lived right in Mayfair, you know.”
“No, no; you are quite right. I have no objection to your joining a club, or doing anything else that is reasonable. So it would include your club subscriptions?”
“Oh yes, it would have to do that. And our personal expenses. We shouldn’t have to look to father for any money other than an occasional present which he might like to give us if we were good, or if he could afford it; or on some special occasion.”
“I see.”
“Then we should like to have—er—er” and here Julia stopped short and eyed her mother with a certain amount of apprehension.