CHAPTER XIII.
There came a day when Lady Atherton could no longer meet the demands made upon her; the estate near Hanton was to be sold, and her husband wished to purchase it.
"A little economy for one year," he said to his wife, "and we shall do it easily.

You will not mind being careful for one year, Marion ?" She told him, what was perfectly true, that she would deprive herself of anything on earth for his sake.

He laughed.
"There will not be much privation needed, for one who has spent three thousand pounds in six months.

I shall have to give my little wife some lessons in economy." It was hard, for on her own self she had not spent one shilling.

Another time she was greatly distressed what to say--her husband complained of her dress.
"Marion," he said, "it seems absurd to say, but, my darling, you are positively shabby--that is, for one in your position.