" He felt it useless to quibble or to try to extenuate
the facts.
"How many years would that be?"
"I'm not very sure; on and off, it's about ten since I began using some
of their money to--help out my income. Latterly--you may as well know
it--I haven't had any real income of my own at all."
"So that their money has been paying for--for all this."
Her hands made a confused little gesture, indicating the luxury of his
personal appointments and of the room.
He shrugged his shoulders and arched his eyebrows in a kind of protest,
which was nevertheless not denial. "W-well! If you choose to put it so!"
"And for me, too," she went on, looking at him now with a bewildered
opening of her large gray eyes--"for my visits, my clothes, my
maid--everything!"
"I don't see any need," he said, with a touch of peevishness, "for going
so terribly into detail."
"I don't see how it can be helped. It's so queer--and startling--to
think I've had so much that wasn't mine."
"You mustn't think it was deliberately planned--" he began, weakly.
"And now the suggestion is," she interrupted, "that Mr. Davenant should
pay for it. That seems to me to make it even worse than--than before.
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