He stood motionless in the doorway. "I'm sorry I forgot the money," he returned, dully. "But it's all past and gone now. And I think the Hilmers understood."
"Yes … they understood. That's another humiliating thing." She laughed tonelessly. "It must be amusing to watch people like us attempting to be somebody and do something on an income that can't be stretched far enough to pay a sloppy maid her wages."
It was not so much what she said, but her manner that chilled him to sudden cold anger. "Well … you know our income, down to the last penny… You know just how much I've overdrawn this month, too. Why do you invite strangers to dinner under such conditions?"
She rose, drawing herself up to an arrogant height. "I invite them for your sake," she said, with slow emphasis. "If you played your cards well you might get in right with Hilmer. He's a big man."
"Yes," he flung back, dryly, "and a damned insolent one, too."
"He has his faults," she defended. "He's not polished, but he's forceful." She turned a malevolent smile upon her husband. "When he told that drunken servant girl to go, she went!"
Starratt could feel the rush of blood dyeing his temples. "That's just in his line!" he sneered. "He's taken degrading orders, and so he knows how to give them… He may have money now, but he hasn't always been so fortunate. I've been short of funds in my day, but I never fought with a dirk for a half loaf of bread… You've heard the story of his life… What has he got to make him proud?"
"Just that … he's pulled himself out of it. While we… Tell me, where are we? Where will we be ten years from now?… Twenty? Why aren't you doing something?… Everybody else is."
He folded his arms and leaned against the doorway. "Perhaps I am," he said, quietly. "You don't know everything."
She made a movement toward him. He stepped aside to let her pass.