"He is not saving anything; he never did, and never will save, though he is so stingy to me.

He _is_ hard pushed for money, I know that." "Then where has it gone ?" said the Countess de Courcy, with a look of stern decision.
"Heaven only knows! Now, Augusta is to be married.

I must of course have a few hundred pounds.

You should have heard how he groaned when I asked him for it.

Heaven only knows where the money goes!" And the injured wife wiped a piteous tear from her eye with her fine dress cambric handkerchief.