The former being broken as well as extinguished, he rang for another.
'Benson, your mistress has broken the candle; bring another.' 'You expose yourself finely,' observed I, as the man departed.
'I didn't say I'd broken it, did I ?' returned he.

He then threw my keys into my lap, saying,--'There! you'll find nothing gone but your money, and the jewels, and a few little trifles I thought it advisable to take into my own possession, lest your mercantile spirit should be tempted to turn them into gold.

I've left you a few sovereigns in your purse, which I expect to last you through the month; at all events, when you want more you will be so good as to give me an account of how that's spent.

I shall put you upon a small monthly allowance, in future, for your own private expenses; and you needn't trouble yourself any more about my concerns; I shall look out for a steward, my dear--I won't expose you to the temptation.

And as for the household matters, Mrs.Greaves must be very particular in keeping her accounts; we must go upon an entirely new plan--' 'What great discovery have you made now, Mr.Huntingdon?
Have I attempted to defraud you ?' 'Not in money matters, exactly, it seems; but it's best to keep out of the way of temptation.' Here Benson entered with the candles, and there followed a brief interval of silence; I sitting still in my chair, and he standing with his back to the fire, silently triumphing in my despair.
'And so,' said he at length, 'you thought to disgrace me, did you, by running away and turning artist, and supporting yourself by the labour of your hands, forsooth?
And you thought to rob me of my son, too, and bring him up to be a dirty Yankee tradesman, or a low, beggarly painter ?' 'Yes, to obviate his becoming such a gentleman as his father.' 'It's well you couldn't keep your own secret--ha, ha! It's well these women must be blabbing.