They're tremendously bucked with the book. They say it's bound to go. Suppose it makes our fortune, eh? What about that? Eh, what about it?" He tailed off. He knew that he was talking unworthiness.
"Why, precisely, did you do this, Bisham?" she asked. She seemed to be quite calm, but she had stopped washing her brushes and her eyes were slowly waxing.
"I, did it for your sake entirely," she said. "I want you to have a setting that is worthy of you, not this rotten studio. A thousand a year can't begin to provide you with your proper setting. A girl like you requires a setting that nothing under seven thousand a year can provide. You ought to have a limousine and a tiara and lots of stunning clothes and a big house to entertain in, with a conservatory and
