What
does it matter at your time of life how your dress looks? Come to bed, and
give me a chance to get to sleep."
Mrs. Day extinguished again the candles she had lit, and began docilely to
unrobe herself. As she did so she talked.
"It all went off very well to-night, I think, William?"
"First-rate. Champagne-cup ran short."
"There should have been enough. The Barkers at their party never have
champagne at all."
"When you're about it, do the thing well. What's a few pounds more here and
there, when the end comes!"
"The end, William?"
"The end of the year. When the bills come in."
"How did you think Bessie looked to-night?"
"I thought my little Deleah was the belle of the ball."
"Deleah is a child only. You never have eyes but for Deleah."
"Bess was all right."
"I thought she looked so fair and sweet. Her neck and arms are like milk,
William. I wonder if Reggie Forcus--means anything?"
"Ba-a! Not he! No such luck."
"I really don't see why. I don't see why our girls should not have as good
luck as other people's. Reggie will marry some one, I suppose."
"Now, don't be a silly fool if you can help it; and don't encourage the
girl to run her head at any such nonsense.
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