Peggy laid down her cigarette and stared at the heap of notes he pushed across to her.
'What?' she exclaimed in the despair of blank astonishment; she could not grasp the idea.
'Take those back. I shall do very well with these.'
He took up his cigar again, and this time he lit it. To Peggy the room seemed to go round.
'Why do you do that?' she demanded.
'On my word, I don't know. Your infernal pluck, I think,' he said in a puzzled tone.
'I won't have it. It was a bargain.'
'It's not your money, you may remember.'
Peggy had forgotten that.