'
'It is impossible!' began Felix hastily.
'Impossible! It is quite impossible, I would have you to understand,
that a lot of children like you should keep house together, and on
such an income as that. Quite preposterous.'
'As for that,' said Felix, still unsubmissively, 'it is only what we
have been doing, except for the name of the thing, for the last three
years on the same means.'
'You don't mean to tell me that you have kept things going on such
means without a debt?'
'Of course we have! We never let a bill run,' said Felix, slightly
indignant.
'Now mind, I'm not insulting you, Felix, but I know what the women
are and what they tell us. Are you sure of that? No debts--honour
bright?'
'None at all!' said Felix, with an endeavour at calmness, but glowing
hotly. 'I help my sister make up her books every Saturday night. We
always pay ready money.'
'Humph,' said Mr. Underwood, still only half convinced. 'Living must
be cheap at Bexley.'
'You had better explain a little, Felix,' said Mr. Audley.
Felix did bring himself to say, 'I am sub-editor now, and get 100
pounds a year, besides being paid for any article I write.
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