Really your cheque will be a god-send to me.

I seem to have had nothing but expenses lately, and Jeanne's guardians are as mean as they can be.
They grumble even at allowing me five thousand a year." De Brensault twirled his moustache as he seated himself at the table.
"Five thousand a year," he muttered.

"It is not a bad allowance for a young girl who is not yet of age." The Princess shrugged her shoulders.
"My dear Count," she said, "you do not know what our expenses are.
Jeanne is extravagant, so am I extravagant.

It is all very well for her, but for me it is another matter.

I shall be a poor woman when I have resigned my charge." De Brensault handed the cheque across.
"You will not find me," he said, "ungrateful.