Weeks passed; but Marsden said nothing of the "share and share alike" settlement that was to clear up that little difficulty of the furniture. At last his wife asked him if he had heard from the auctioneers.
"Oh, yes. Didn't I tell you? The things went pretty well."
"What did they bring?"
"Oh, about a hundred quid."
"Then when may I have my share?"
"Oh, you shall have your share all right—but you can't have it now."
"Dick, have you spent it—have you spent what belonged to me?"
"Who says I have spent it?" And he turned on her angrily. "If it isn't convenient to me to square up at the moment, why can't you wait? What does it matter to you when you get it? Why should you pretend to be in such a deuce of a hurry?"
This again was late at night. They were alone together in the dismantled drawing-room.