[3] See footnote on p. 22.
"I am sure if Andor had lived to enjoy it he would have spent it freely and done good with it to everyone around," she said quietly.
"He would have spent it freely, right enough," he retorted dryly, "but whether he would have done good to everyone around with it—I doubt me . . . to Ignácz Goldstein, perhaps . . ."
"Béla, you must not say that," she broke in firmly; "you know that Andor never was a drunkard."
"I never suggested that he was," retorted Béla, whose square, hard face had become a shade paler than before, "so there is no reason for my future wife to champion him quite so hotly as you always do."
"I only spoke the truth."
"If someone else spoke of me a hundred times more disparagingly than I ever do of Andor would you defend me as warmly, I wonder, as you do him?"
"Don't let us quarrel about Andor," she rejoined gently, "it does not seem right now that he is dead."