She signified that he could not,
“Nothing? You’re sure?”
She frowned.
“Well, then, good-bye.” He turned towards the door.
“I suppose you’d leave me here without money or anything?” she said in a cold, cutting voice. And her sneer was far more destructive than his. It destroyed in him the last trace of compassion for her.
“Oh, I beg pardon!” he said, and swaggeringly counted out five sovereigns on to a chest of drawers.
She rushed at them. “Do you think I’ll take your odious money?” she snarled, gathering the coins in her gloved hand.
Her first impulse was to throw them in his face; but she paused and then flung them into a corner of the room.
“Pick them up!” she commanded him.
“No, thanks,” he said briefly; and left, shutting the door.