"There's no use talking of that—she did leave him—"
Jimmie looked up, an injured expression on his face.
"Yes, and what day did she pick out?" he cried indignantly. "The very day Stafford raised me to a hundred and fifty!" Jumping up from his chair he began to pace the floor nervously. "Great Scott!" he exclaimed, "just think of it! I used to get a hundred and fifty! Of course I only got it for a day and a quarter—but I got it!"
His wife stopped in her work. Sharply she demanded:
"And whose fault was it that you only got it for a day and a quarter?"
"Mine, I suppose," he replied gloomily.
"You had no right to try to interfere between Mr. Stafford and Virginia—that was their business."
"So he told me! And when I said that anything that concerned my wife's sister was my business and I wouldn't be associated with a man who didn't treat her right, and walked out, I thought he'd send a messenger after me before I reached the corner. In fact, I waited at the corner."
"But the messenger didn't come," she said sarcastically.
"No. But even that didn't bother me much—then! I thought I'd soon get another job just as good."