American fiction -- 20th century; Detective and mystery stories; Jewelry theft -- Fiction
After that first season a great many bills came in, and I was quite
surprised to see I’d spent already, with the year hardly half gone,
more than my six hundred pounds. I could not understand how it had
happened, and I asked Herbert about it and showed him some of my
bills, and for the first time in our married life he was angry with
me. He scolded me quite sharply, and told me I must keep within
my allowance. I was hurt, and also rather muddled, with all these
different accounts--most of which I could not remember--and I made up
my mind not to consult Herbert any more, as it only vexed him and made
him cross to me, and that I can not bear. All the world must love me.
If there is a servant-maid in the house who does not like me--and I can
feel it in a minute if she doesn’t--I must make her, or she must go
away. But my husband, the best and finest man in the world, to have him
annoyed with me and scolding me over stupid bills! Never again would
that happen. I showed him no more of them; in fact, I generally tore
them up as they came in, for fear I should leave them lying about and
he would find them. If I could help it, nothing in the world was ever
going to come between Herbert and me.
I also made good resolutions to be more careful in my expenditures. And
I really tried to keep them. I don’t know how it happened that they
did not seem to get kept. But both in London and in Paris I certainly
did spend a great deal--I’m sure I don’t know how much. I did little
accounts on the back of notes, and they were so confusing, and I seemed
to have spent so much more than I thought I had, that I gave up doing
them. After I’d covered the back of two or three notes with figures, I
became so low-spirited I couldn’t enjoy anything for the rest of the
day. I did not see that that did anybody any good, so I ceased keeping
the accounts. And what was the use of keeping them? If I had not the
money to pay them with, why should I make myself miserable by thinking
about them? I thought it much more sensible to try to forget them, and
most of the time I did!
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