Penny Dreadfuls, 1891 · page 201 of 316
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A SOCIAL METEOR, 191 nothing more serious than the death of one of your horses had occurred. In fact, you were a great deal more affected, apparently, when ‘Max’ died last summer. What is it? bravado? If it is, you're making a fool of yourself, and Heaven help me when your courage leaves you.” “You misunderstood me, my love; I never said I was ruined; I said I was poor, and sol am, comparatively; but I still have enough to live on comfortably and respectably, yes, and a little to tisk now and again, too, if I feel inclined. For the next few years, however, we must economize, and get along without a great many things we have now. You won’t be able to play the fine lady, as you’ve been doing for some time past, nor——”’ She interrupted him impatiently. “Do you suppose,” she asked, with a curling lip, “that I’m going to stay with you and bea housemaid? If you do, you’re mightily mis- taken.” “Really ? And what does A/adame la Princesse intend to do, if I may ask ?” “T don’t know yet. But anything rather than slave for you. I don’t mean this unkindly, but Eomichbooks (E(0)