'That was not a great deal, after all. It was a fair price, perhaps, but less than the house and ground were worth. The interest of that does not cover the greater outlay here.'
This was very dismayful, all the more because Colonel Gainsborough did not come out frankly with the whole truth. Esther was left to guess it,—to fear it,—to fancy it more than it was, perhaps. She felt that she could not have things left in this in indeterminate way.
'Papa, I think it would be good that I should know just what the difference is; so that I might know how to bring in our expenses within the necessary limits.'
'I have not cyphered it out in figures. I cannot tell you precisely how much my income is smaller than it used to be.'
'Can you tell me how much we ought to spend in a week, papa?—and then we will spend no more.'
'Barker will know when I give it to her.'
The colonel had finished his tea and toast, which this evening he certainly did not enjoy; and went back to his book and his sofa. Though, indeed, he had not left his sofa, he went back to a reclining position, and Esther moved the table away from him. She was bewildered. She forgot to ring for Barker; she sat thinking how to bring the expenses of the family within narrower limits. Possible things alternated with impossible in her mind. She mused a good while.
'Papa,' she said, breaking the silence at last, 'do you think the air suits you here?'
'No, I do not. I have no cause.'
'You were better at Seaforth?'