'Love can't make money where it isn't,' he went on in a dull, dogged, obstinate voice.
'No, but it can give it where it is!' She was carried away. 'And it's here!' she cried in accusing tones.
'Here?' He seemed almost to spring at her with the word.
'Yes, here, in this room—in that safe—everywhere!'
They stood facing one another for a moment.
'You love her—and she's ruined!'
She challenged denial. Airey Newton had no word to say. She raised her hand in the air and seemed to denounce him.
'You love her, she's ruined, and—you're rich! Oh, the shame of it—you're rich, you're rich!'
He sank back into his chair and hid his face from her.
She stood for a moment, looking at him, breathing fast and hard. Then she moved quickly to him, bent on her knee, and kissed his hand passionately. He made no movement, and she slipped quietly and swiftly from the room.