Chapter SixteenEliza
To-night I am too tired to write much, with Angelica ill and Philip whining that the tutors work him like a slave. Alex came home exhausted and retreated to his study. Mrs. Reynolds never replied—an admission of guilt, mayhap? Many of our government's men craved seeing Alex crash, before he had a chance to even contemplate a bid for the presidency. I still considered it a nasty ploy and did not mention this second letter to him.
But later that eve, when I entered his study to discuss purchasing new furnishings, he was not there. The open ledger lay upon his desk. I approached it to take a look. The sum of $600 in the withdrawal column astonished me. I looked closer. Had I read it wrong? No, $600 had come out. He always kept meticulous records of our personal finances
