'I think you'll have gathered from Mrs. Trevalla that such a discussion would not be fruitful,' interposed Fricker.
'Have you got to pay too?'
'That question is, pardon me, worse than fruitless; it's irrelevant.'
'She can't pay that money and what she owes besides unless she has time given her. And, even if she has, she'll worry herself to death, waiting and watching for the—for the——'
'Calls,' he suggested. 'That's the legal term.'
'Oh, yes. The calls.'
'I am not the company; I am not her creditors. I can't give Mrs. Trevalla time.'
'You wouldn't if you could!' Peggy blazed out.
'Irrelevant again,' he murmured, gently shaking his head.
'I didn't come here to beg,' Peggy explained. 'But I've a sort of idea that, if you had the shares instead of Trix, you could get out of it cheaper somehow. I mean, you could make some arrangement with the company, or get rid of the shares, or something. Anyhow I believe you could manage to pay less than she'll have to.'