It was not to be denied that my course of lessons in practical politeness had been somewhat expensive.
"How have you spent it ?" asked Dr.Cheron, never removing his eyes from my face.
I might have answered, in bouquets, opera stalls, and riding horses; in dress coats, tight boots, and white kid gloves; in new books, new music, bon-bons, cabs, perfumery, and the like inexcusable follies.

But I held my tongue instead, and said nothing.
Dr.Cheron looked again at his watch.
"Have you kept any entries of your expenses since you came to Paris ?" said he.
"Not with--with any regularity, sir," I replied.
He took out his pencil-case and pocket-book.
"Let us try, then," said he, "to make an average calculation of what they might be in five months." I began to feel very uncomfortable.
"I believe your father paid your travelling expenses ?" I bowed affirmatively.
"Leaving you the clear sum of one hundred and five pounds." I bowed again.
"Allowing, then, for your rent--which is, I believe, twenty francs per week," said he, entering the figures as he went on, "there will be four hundred francs spent in five months.

For your living, say thirty francs per week, which makes six hundred.

For your clothing, seventy-five per month, which makes three hundred and seventy-five, and ought to be quite enough for a young man of moderate tastes.

For your washing and firewood, perhaps forty per month, which makes two hundred--and for your incidental expenses, say fifteen per week, which makes three hundred.