One day the dentist happened to ask her about it.
"You sent that twenty-five to your mother, didn't you ?" said he.
"Oh, long ago," answered Trina, without thinking.
In fact, Trina never allowed herself to think very much of this affair.
And, in fact, another matter soon came to engross her attention.
One Sunday evening Trina and her husband were in their sitting-room together.

It was dark, but the lamp had not been lit.

McTeague had brought up some bottles of beer from the "Wein Stube" on the ground floor, where the branch post-office used to be.

But they had not opened the beer.

It was a warm evening in summer.