It's--it's--"
"Well?" he urged, as she found it difficult to go on.
"Her other idea is--that is, it was--I think it can be avoided,
of course--it was about her furs."
"No!" he exclaimed, quickly. "I won't have it! You must see to that.
I'd rather not talk to her about it, but you mustn't let her."
"I'll try not," his wife promised. "Of course, they're very
handsome."
"All the more reason for her to keep them!" he returned, irritably.
"We're not THAT far gone, I think!"
"Perhaps not yet," Mrs. Vertrees said. "She seems to be troubled
about the--the coal matter and--about Tilly. Of course the piano
will take care of some things like those for a while and--"
"I don't like it. I gave her the piano to play on, not to--"
"You mustn't be distressed about it in ONE way," she said,
comfortingly. "She arranged with the--with the purchaser that
the men will come for it about half after five in the afternoon.
The days are so short now it's really quite winter."
"Oh, yes," he agreed, moodily. "So far as that goes people have a
right to move a piece of furniture without stirring up the neighbors,
I suppose, even by daylight. I don't suppose OUR neighbors are paying
much attention just now, though I hear Sheridan was back in his office
early the morning after the funeral.
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