"If you hold his honour so completely in the palm of your hand," said she, "why don't you provide better for yourself and me?
It is all very well for his honour to fork out now when you press him, but money goes and more is wanted.

One of these days something will happen to him and he will die,--and you can't follow him to the moon." This was indeed a hard nut for Margari to crack.

One cannot squeeze much out of dead men.

Such an impression did the remark make upon him that he took his feet off the sofa and sat bolt upright.
"Then what do you think I ought to do ?" he asked his wife.
"Well, it is of no use his doling you out mere driblets; for the great services you have rendered him he ought to give you something more in proportion to your merits--a little estate in the country, for instance.
There we could settle down comfortably." "True, and he has lots of such little properties which are of no use to him at all.

What do you say, for instance, to an estate of one hundred acres or so; it would be a mere flea-bite to him.