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182 : A SOCIAL METEOR. “And you never spoke of it to me,” she man- aged to articulate. He looked up from the nail he was paring. ‘What was the use, my dear? You know I have talked to you time and time and again about your extravagance, but to what purpose? I might as well have remonstrated with a graven image.” “But if you had mentioned ruin,” she mur- mured, with a bewildered air. He closed his knife with a snap. “You would have laughed at me and said I was trying to frighten you. No, my only treas- ure, don’t rake up the past and find fault with it; let us turn our attention rather to what the future holds for us. You won’t leave your loving husband, now that misfortune has overtaken him, will you? But it would be just like you to de- sert the sinking ship. I don’t believe you'll have grit enough to stick by me when you know you will have to get along with one gown a season, and consider yourself lucky to get that. The love of dress 4 “In Heaven’s name, stop,” she cried, vehe- mently. “How can you stand there and talk so to me? It is such monsters as you who drive Eomichooks.Go