Her thin-lipped smile shaped itself with a tolerant geniality as she came toward him with complacent triumph.
"Well," she began, easily, "I got a thousand dollars out of him."
He went up close to her. "A thousand… I don't quite understand."
She flourished a check in his face. "Oh, he can sign checks with his left hand," she threw back, gayly.
"You mean you've spoken to him about the partnership and…"
"Of course not … he wasn't in any humor for that."
"Well, then, what is this check for?"
She drew back a little. "Why, it's to help you out, of course. Don't you want it?"
He felt himself grow suddenly cold as he stood and watched her recoil momentarily from his two-edged glance. "No!" he retorted.
She continued to back away from him. He followed her retreat.