"Must," laconically responded Sidney, puffing away at his pipe. And madam had come to learn that it was of no use saying he was to stay if he wanted to go. "How much tin can you let me have?"
"How much do you want?"
"As much as you can give me."
His demands for money seemed to be as insatiable as madam knew her husband found hers. The fact was beginning to give her some concern. Only two weeks ago she had despatched him all she could afford: and now here he was, asking again. A slight frown crossed her brow.
"Sidney, you spend too much."
"Must do as others do," responded Sidney.
"But, my sweet boy, I can't let you have it. You don't know the trouble it causes."
"Trouble!--with those rich North Works to draw upon!" cried Sidney. "The governor must be putting by mines of wealth."
"I don't think he is, Sidney. He always pleads poverty; says we drain him. I suppose it's true."
"Flam! All old paters cry that. Look at Dick--the loads of gold he must be netting. He gets his equal share, they say; goes thirds with the other two."