No, the entire blame for it all would fall on her and Constantia.

And the expense, she thought, stepping into the tight-buttoned cab.

When she had to show him the bills.

What would he say then?
She heard him absolutely roaring.

"And do you expect me to pay for this gimcrack excursion of yours ?" "Oh," groaned poor Josephine aloud, "we shouldn't have done it, Con!" And Constantia, pale as a lemon in all that blackness, said in a frightened whisper, "Done what, Jug ?" "Let them bu-bury father like that," said Josephine, breaking down and crying into her new, queer-smelling mourning handkerchief.
"But what else could we have done ?" asked Constantia wonderingly.