I would not live on my wife's money.

I would not eat and drink what her money bought.

No, I would not live on my wife.

Her brother, a good enough, impulsive lad, with a tongue of his own and too small to thresh, came to me in London the night of the race.

He said his sister had been in the country-down at Epsom--and that she bitterly resented my having broken my promise and lost all I had.