THE ARCHDEACON. He came from America. Of course he was a
millionaire. Besides, he proved to my solicitors that he had
fifteen million dollars when you married him.

ERYNTRUDE. His solicitors proved to me that he had sixteen
millions when he died. He was a millionaire to the last.

THE ARCHDEACON. O Mammon, Mammon! I am punished now for bowing
the knee to him. Is there nothing left of your settlement? Fifty
thousand dollars a year it secured to you, as we all thought.
Only half the securities could be called speculative. The other
half were gilt-edged. What has become of it all?

ERMYNTRUDE. The speculative ones were not paid up; and the
gilt-edged ones just paid the calls on them until the whole show
burst up.

THE ARCHDEACON. Ermyntrude: what expressions!

ERMYNTRUDE. Oh bother! If you had lost ten thousand a year what
expressions would you use, do you think? The long and the short
of it is that I can't live in the squalid way you are accustomed
to.

THE ARCHDEACON. Squalid!

ERMYNTRUDE. I have formed habits of comfort.

THE ARCHDEACON. Comfort!!