The table, and the servants, and the car, and your bill at
Landmann's--nothing stays within any limit any more! I don't know
where we stand, half the time. It's not that!" He pulled at his
pipe for a moment in silence. "It's not that!" he burst out, "but
I don't think we get much out of it!"
Nancy glanced at him quickly, and then stared into the fire for a
moment of silence. Then she said in a low tone:
"I don't believe we do!"
"I like Biggerstaff--and I like Rose and Fielding well enough!"
Bert added presently, after profound thought, "but I don't like
'em all day and all night! I don't like this business of framing
something up every Sunday--a lot of fur coats and robes, and all
of us getting out half-frozen to eat dinners we don't want, all
over the place--"
"And hours and hours of making talk with women I really don't care
about, for me!" Nancy said. "I love Mary Ingram," she said
presently, "and the Biggerstaffs. But that's about all."
"Exactly," said her husband grimly. "But it's not the Ingrams nor
the Biggerstaffs who made our club bill sixty dollars this month"
he added.
"Bert! It wasn't!"
"Oh, yes it was. Everyone of us had to take four tickets to the
dance, you know, and we had two bottles of wine New Year's Eve; it
all counts up.
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