“A measly twenty-five shillings!” she exclaimed. “How much was the cheque?”
“Ten pounds eleven,” said Paul irritably. He dreaded what was coming.
“And he gives me a scrattlin’ twenty-five, an’ his club this week! But I know him. He thinks because YOU’RE earning he needn’t keep the house any longer. No, all he has to do with his money is to guttle it. But I’ll show him!”
“Oh, mother, don’t!” cried Paul.
“Don’t what, I should like to know?” she exclaimed.
“Don’t carry on again. I can’t work.”