For love and life; vol. 1 of 2Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
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For love and life; vol. 1 of 2
Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
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By-and-by, however, his opinion began to change about the hundred pounds
in the bank. It changed by slow degrees after he had changed his second
ten-pound note, and saw those last precious sovereigns slipping out of
his grasp, which they did with a strange noiseless celerity
inconceivable to him. How did they go? When he counted up all he had
spent, every sixpence seemed so modest, so natural! and yet they were
gone, he knew not how; vanished even, he thought, while he was looking
at them. Then the thought arose in his mind, why keep a hundred pounds
in the bank? It was a waste of capital, money which brought in no
return; and for that matter, if it was merely to secure something to
“fall back upon,” fifty pounds were just as good as a hundred. The
income of a Queen’s Messenger was good, he said to himself (he had not,
in reality, the least idea what it was!), and when he got his
appointment it would be very easy to put back the other fifty pounds if
he found it expedient. But the more he thought of it the less he saw any
need for keeping so much money lying useless. He never could get any
income from so small a sum, and the fifty pounds was quite enough for
any sudden emergency. Or supposing, he said, seventy-five? Seventy-five
pounds was magnificent as a fund to fall back upon; and it was with a
feeling that twenty-five pounds had been somehow added, not taken from
his capital, that he went to the bank one day in December and drew out
the quarter, not the half, of his little stock of money. With
twenty-five pounds in his pocket and seventy-five in the bank, he felt
much richer than with the poor little undivided hundred. And somehow
every day as he grew poorer, he became more convinced that it would be
the most short-sighted economy to remove from his Piccadilly lodgings,
or to relinquish his dinners at the club. Why, they were cheap,
absolutely cheap, both the one and the other, in comparison with the
nasty meals and wretched lodgings for which, no doubt, he might pay a
little less money. He even became slightly extravagant and disposed to
buy little knick-knacks, and to consume little delicacies as his means
grew smaller and smaller.
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