I buy so many things I do not need just because I feel compelled to spend my allowance." "It must be very inconvenient," I observed.
"And now that you are a man of leisure," said Phyllis, "you will write that book you have always been telling me about ?" "Do you wish it ?" I asked.
"I do.

What I have always found lacking in you is application.

You start out to accomplish something, you find an obstacle in your path and you do not surmount it; you do not persevere." My pulse beat quickly.

Was there a double meaning to what she said?
I could not tell, for her eyes remained averted.
I sighed.

"It would be nice to become a successful author, but when a man is as rich as I am fame tarnishes." I took out an envelope from my pocket.
"What is that ?" asked Phyllis.
I turned over the back and showed it to her.
"Figures!" she laughed.