He was busy and happy.
But in the seventh month, when she was brushing his Sunday coat, she felt papers in the breast pocket, and, seized with a sudden curiosity, took them out to read.

He very rarely wore the frock-coat he was married in: and it had not occurred to her before to feel curious concerning the papers.

They were the bills of the household furniture, still unpaid.
"Look here," she said at night, after he was washed and had had his dinner.

"I found these in the pocket of your wedding-coat.

Haven't you settled the bills yet ?" "No.