The milliner looks at Mr. Yatman, and whispers to me, "Not when a
lady's husband gets into difficulties."
She pointed to the account as she spoke. The entries after the
time when Mr. Yatman's circumstances became involved were just as
extravagant, for a person in his wife's situation, as the entries
for the year before that period. If the lady had economized in
other things, she had certainly not economized in the matter of
dress.
There was nothing left now but to examine the cash-book, for
form's sake. The money had been paid in notes, the amounts and
numbers of which exactly tallied with the figures set down in my
list.
After that, I thought it best to get Mr. Yatman out of the house
immediately. He was in such a pitiable condition that I called a
cab and accompanied him home in it. At first he cried and raved
like a child; but I soon quieted him; and I must add, to his
credit, that he made me a most handsome apology for his language
as the cab drew up at his house door. In return, I tried to give
him some advice about how to set matters right for the future
with his wife. He paid very little attention to me, and went
upstairs muttering to himself about a separation. Whether Mrs.
Yatman will come cleverly out of the scrape or not seems
doubtful.
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