her. I told her you were a dreamer, penniless, and always would be, but she wouldn’t listen to my practical talk.”
“I seem to get a pretty definite idea of your opinion of me, sir. Why didn’t you wake me up, so I could prevent this catastrophe?”
“I supposed you were awake. I didn’t know you worked in a cataleptic fit.”
“Catastrophe!” echoed Bambina.
“Certainly. Why don’t you look at it in a practical way, as your father says? I never had any money. I probably never will. I hate the stuff. It’s the curse of the age.”
“I know all that.”
“You will be wanting food and clothes no doubt, and you will expect me to provide them.”
“Oh, never! You don’t think I would take such an advantage of you, Jarvis, as to marry you when you were in a work fit and then expect you to support me?”
The Professor shook his head in despair, and arose.
“It’s beyond me, all this modern madness. I wash my hands of the whole affair.”
“That’s right, Professor Parkhurst. I married him, you know; you didn’t.”
