Don't begin to grumble, Honoria.

I have got L150 to spare, and if you care to come round to a jeweller's you can spend it on what you like." "Oh, you delightful person!" said his wife.
So they went to the jeweller's, and Lady Honoria bought ornaments to the value of L150, and carried them home and hung over them, as another class of woman might hang over her first-born child, admiring them with a tender ecstasy.

Whenever he had a sum of money that he could afford to part with, Geoffrey would take her thus to a jeweller's or a dressmaker's, and stand by coldly while she bought things to its value.
Lady Honoria was delighted.

It never entered into her mind that in a sense he was taking a revenge upon her, and that every fresh exhibition of her rejoicings over the good things thus provided added to his contempt for her.
Those were happy days for Lady Honoria! She rejoiced in this return of wealth like a school-boy at the coming of the holidays, or a half-frozen wanderer at the rising of the sun.

She had been miserable during all this night of poverty, as miserable as her nature admitted of, now she was happy again, as she understood happiness.