"I'll swear you haven't put any back since you married me."
"No, I haven't."
"No, that I'll swear." He had lowered his voice, and he was speaking with a scornful intensity. "No, good times or bad times in the shop, you are content to pouch your dividends from all your stocks and shares, and sit watching your nest-egg grow bigger and bigger, while—"
"Dick! You are tiring me out. Don't go on."
"Yes, I will go on. You started it—and now I mean to get to the bottom of things. Let's get to plain figures at last. What are you worth now—of your very own—apart from the firm?"
"Not one penny more than I need—for my own safety."
"Ha-ha! You're afraid to tell me."
"Why should I tell you? Dick, don't go on. It's cruel of you to bully me—when I'm so tired."
"Twenty thousand? Thirty thousand? How much? Oh, I dare say I can figure it out for myself—without your help. Say twelve or fifteen hundred a year, coming in like clockwork. Why I saved you two-fifty a year myself, by cutting down what you intended to settle on Enid and that skinny rascal of a horse-coper."