"But, if you're obstinate ... and refuse to earn an income," she said, impetuously.
"We shall have enough."
"How much?"
He made a brief calculation:
"Say, five thousand guilders, no more."
"But I can't live on that ... with two children."
"It ought to be enough, Tilly."
"But it's nonsense, trying to live at the Hague on five thousand guilders a year ... with two children."
"Then what do you want?" he asked, bluntly.
"I want you to get a practice.... You have only to wish it: you would become the fashion at once."