"But he's taken my money. He's living on it. It's saved him. By gad, how can he say anything to you after that? Haven't you got your answer? Why don't you remind him gently of that?"
"That would hurt him so dreadfully."
"Well, doesn't he hurt you?"
"He'd never be friends with me again."
"He doesn't seem particularly friendly now."
"I feel quite friendly to him. I want to be friends."
"It does you credit then," he said with a sneer.
She pressed his arm lightly again, pleading against his anger and his unwonted failure to understand.
"It would be an end of all hope if I threw the money in his teeth. He's unhappy enough about it as it is." She looked up as she added: "I've got to live with him, you know, Frank."
Caylesham gave her a curious quick glance.