"I must have a few words with you," repeated Cragg, his manner unusually stern. "Run away, Dot darling."
"All wite, dadda." Dot trotted off.
"I want you to explain this bill to me." Cragg did not say "my dear." He was surprised and alarmed at his own resentment-a resentment piled up by one thing upon another. It was half for Pattie, half for himself, and it was increased by the sense of his wife's falsity.
Mrs. Cragg looked at the sheet which he laid before her, and, as usual, hardened herself.
"They'd no business to send that to you."
"Where did you expect them to send it? How do you suppose you are going to pay it?"
Mrs. Cragg tossed her head.
"I shall pay it in time—of course."
"There is no 'of course' in the matter. The money that I allow you is never enough for immediate wants."
"Then you'd better allow me more."