"
That what I wanted was her dower (with herself as an unavoidable
appendage) went without saying. It was implied, as a matter of
course
"How much would your great designer want you to invest?" she
asked, with an air of one guided by mere curiosity, and with a
touch of irony to boot
"A couple of thousand dollars might do, I suppose."
"A couple of thousand!" she said, lukewarmly. "Tell your great
designer he is riding too high a horse."
"Still, in order to start a decent business--" I said, throwing a covert
glance at her
"Cloak-factories have been started with a good deal less," she
snapped back
"On Division Street, perhaps."
"And what do you fellows expect to do--start on Broadway?"
"Well, it takes some money to get started even on Division Street."
"Not two thousand. It has been done for a good deal less."
"I know; but still--I am sure a fellow must have some money
"It depends on what you call 'some.'" It was the same kind of
fencing contest as that which I had had with Mrs.
Chaikin. I was sounding Gussie's purse as the designer's wife had
mine.
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