"How stupid of people not to get married! Such selfishness! They ought
to be taxed like dogs."
"I'm sorry for those poor men who haven't the means to get married,"
replied his demure little wife kindly, "for I am sure, if they had the
means they would all get married."
A little pang shot through the assistant's heart; for a moment he felt
afraid, lest he had been a little too venturesome. All his happiness
rested on the solution of a financial problem, and if, if.... Pooh! A
glass of Burgundy! Now he would work! They should see!
"Game? With cranberries and cucumbers!" The young wife was a little
startled, but it was really delicious.
"Lewis, darling," she put a trembling little hand on his arm, "can we
afford it?"
Fortunately she said "we."
"Pooh! It doesn't matter for once! Later on we can dine on potatoes
and herrings."
"Can you eat potatoes and herrings?"
"I should think so!"
"When you have been drinking more than is good for you, and expect a
beefsteak after the herring?"
"Nonsense! Nothing of the kind! Your health, sweetheart! The game is
excellent! So are these artichokes!"
"No, but you are mad, darling! Artichokes at this time of the year!
What a bill you will have to pay!"
"Bill! Aren't they good? Don't you think that it is glorious to be
alive? Oh! It's splendid, splendid!"
At six o'clock in the afternoon a carriage drove up to the front door.
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