and Mrs. Archibald
McPherson, of Stoneleigh, Wales, were registered at the Hotel
d'Angleterre, and look possession of one of the cheapest rooms, until
they could afford a better.
"It does not matter where we sleep, or where we eat, so long as we make
a good appearance outside," she said to Archie, who shrank a little at
first from the close, dreary room on the fifth floor, so different from
his large, airy apartment at home, which though very plainly furnished,
had about it an air of refinement and respectability in striking
contrast to this ten by twelve hole, where Daisy made the most ravishing
toilets of the simplest materials, with which to attract and ensnare any
silly moth ready to singe its wings at her flame. She had settled the
point that if Archie could not earn his living because he was a
McPherson, she must do it for him. Five months had sufficed to show her
that there was in him no capability or disposition for work, or
business, or exertion of any kind. He was a great, good-natured,
easy-going, indolent fellow, popular with everybody, and very fond, and
very proud of, and very dependent upon her, with no grain of jealousy in
his nature.
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