“Oh, yes, the baby and all that.” He waved his arm vaguely, and began to fidget. She steered away from the rocks.
“Anyhow, I'm glad you've helped him,” she said sincerely.
“I knew you would be. Look here, Mary, can we go on at the present rate—barring Jensen—till I finish the Nixie? I don't want Constantine to have the Demeter alone, it isn't good enough.”
“I think it is as good as the Nixie,” she said, on a sudden impulse. He swung round, staring at her almost insolently.
“My dear girl, what do you know about it?” His voice was cold.
The blood rushed to her heart. He had never spoken to her in that tone before. As always, her hurt silenced her.
He prowled for a minute, then repeated his question about their expenses.
“I don't want to have to think in cents again unless I must,” he added.
Mary considered, remembering the now almost finished manuscript in her desk.
“Yes, I think we can manage, dear.”