Betty had levied on the stables for one of the best teams to draw the family carriage, which had not been in use since her mother's death; there was a coachman for that, and another little monkey to ride on the rumble and hop down and open gates.

This came of sending girls away to school--they only learned foolishness.
And those niggers about the house had to be dressed for their new work; the butler, a cracking plow-hand he was, wore better clothes than he--Tom--did.

No wonder he was sick;--and waste! Tom knew all about that when the bills began to come in from Memphis.

Why, that pink-faced chit, he always referred to her in his own mind now as a pink-faced chit, was evolving a scheme of life that would cost eight or ten thousand dollars a year to maintain, and she was talking of decorators for the house, either from New Orleans or Philadelphia, and new furniture from top to bottom.
Tom felt that he was being robbed.

Then he realized with a sense of shock that here was a fortune of over half a million in lands and slaves which he had managed and manipulated all these years, but which was not his.