"Where's Strathay?" she demanded.
"Gone; and no announcement--what was the matter? Needn't tell me you
refused him! And why is the letter box always full of duns? Can't you pay
your bills? Why didn't you say so earlier? Would have saved us both a deal
of trouble!"
"I didn't tell you I had money."
"You played the part, ordering dresses fit for a Duchess, and things for
the flat. You spent enough on a wedding gift for Peggy--or was it a
promise to spend?--to support a family a month--peace offering because
you'd abused her!--Of course if you'd made the great success everybody
expected, you'd be on the top wave, and so should I. I don't deny I
thought of that. But now--an evening like this--no women worth counting
and a horde of men--well, it's bad enough for me, but it's worse for you.
No one'll say I brought 'em."
"Oh, no," I assented.
"It comes to this, then," she went on at full heat, flushing and fanning
herself still more violently; "either you or I must leave this house, and
at once."
"Well, I sha'n't."
And so she did!
Whose fault was it that we were left in such a predicament--that of the
inexperienced girl, or the chaperon's? What is a chaperon for? Mrs.
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