She took them carelessly, but counted them.
“Right,” she said. “And now about the future. You think I’m a fool——”
“Bella——”
“No; I suppose we lived long enough together for you to think different to that; it wasn’t long, was it?” with a grin.
“It wasn’t my fault we didn’t get on,” he stammered.
She laughed scornfully.
“Yours? No, I’d had enough of you pretty quickly. I don’t like your kind, Mr. Bradstone. I like a gentleman or a rough; you’re a half-and-half, and a thorough cad! Poor girl! how I pity her!” and she laughed.
He winced and his face went livid.
“Never mind her——” he said, hoarsely.
“Oh,” she cut in, “I’m not good enough to mention her, ain’t I? What’s her name?”