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Other People's Money

Chapter I.8
When, on the morning after this dinner, which was to form an era in her life,
Mme. Favoral woke up, her husband was already up, pencil in hand, and busy
figuring.
The charm had vanished with the fumes of the champagne; and the clouds of the
worst days were gathering upon his brow.
Noticing that his wife was looking at him,
"It's expensive work," he said in a bluff tone, "to set a business going; and it
wouldn't do to commence over again every day."
To hear him speak, one would have thought that Mme. Favoral alone, by dint of
hard begging, had persuaded him into that expense which he now seemed to
regret so much. She quietly called his attention to the fact, reminding him that, far
from urging, she had endeavored to hold him back; repeating that she augured ill
of that business over which he was so enthusiastic, and that, if he would believe
her, he would not venture.
"Do you even know what the project is?" he interrupted rudely.
"You have not told me."
"Very well, then: leave me in peace with your presentiments. You dislike my
friends; and I saw very well how you treated Mme. de Thaller. But I am the
master; and what I have decided shall be. Besides, I have signed. Once for all, I
forbid you ever speaking to me again on that subject."
Whereupon, having dressed himself with much care, he started off, saying that
he was expected at breakfast by Saint Pavin, the financial editor, and by M.
Jottras, of the house of Jottras & Brother.
 
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