Then another phase of discomfort set in: money seemed to grow short. Dolly could not get from her husband what was needed for their moderate expenses; which were next to nothing when he was away from home. She cried a little one day when she wanted some badly and he told her he had none to give her. Upon which Mr. Mapping turned cross. There was no need of tears, he said: it would all come right if she did not bother. Dolly, in her secret heart, hoped he would not have to break in upon what he called their "nest-egg," that three hundred pounds in the bank. A nest-egg which, as he had more than once assured her, it was his intention to keep intact. Only in one thing had Mr. Mapping been arbitrary: he would not allow her to hold any communication with Worcester. When they first came to London, he forbade Dolly to write to any of her former friends, or to give them her address. "You have no relatives there," he said, "only a few acquaintances, and I would prefer, Dolly, that you dropped them altogether." Of course she obeyed him: though it prevented her writing to ask Elizabeth Deavor whether she had again seen Tom. Things, despite Mr. Mapping's assurances, did not come right. As the spring advanced, his absences became more marked and the money less plentiful. Dolly shed many tears. She knew not what to do; for, as the old song says, not e'en love can live on flowers. It was a very favourite song of Dolly's, and her tuneful voice might often be heard trilling it through from beginning to end as she sat at work. "Young Love lived once in a humble shed, Where roses breathing And woodbines wreathing Around the lattice their tendrils spread, As wild and as sweet as the life he led. "The garden flourished, for young Hope nourished, And Joy stood by to count the hours: But lips, though blooming, must still be fed, And not e'en Love can live on flowers. "Alas, that Poverty's evil eye Should e'er come hither Such sweets to wither; The flowers laid down their heads to die, And Love looked pale as the witch drew nigh. "She came one morning, and Love had warning, For he stood at the window, peeping for day: 'Oh, oh,' said he, 'is it you,--good-bye'-- And he opened the window and flew away." Dolly's love did not fly away, though the ugly witch, Poverty, was certainly showing herself. Mrs. Turk grew uneasy. Dolly assured her there was no occasion for that; that if the worst came to the worst, they must break into the "nest-egg" which they had lying by in the Bank of England--the three hundred pounds left her by her mother.