She hid her face against his shoulder in contrition and unhappiness. Ocky was a generous enemy. He found it easy to forgive, being a sinner himself.
“There, there! That’s awright, Duchess. Don’t cry about it—— But I brought this matter up ‘cause I think you ought to have your money back.”
She stared at him in surprise. “Ought to! Why, what d’you mean? Is it a punishment? I don’t understand.” He set his hat far back on his forehead.
“I’m not trying to hurt your feelin’s; but you don’t trust me. Never have. It’s anxious work handling the money of a woman who don’t trust you. If I were to make a mistake, you’d give me hell—I mean, the warmest time I’ve ever had. I’d rather—much rather—you took your money back.”
He was drifting away from her—already she had pushed him from her. Something must be done.
“It’s you who don’t trust me, if you think that.” Her tones quivered with reproach as she said it.
“Then you want me to go on investing for you?”
“Of course.”
“You’re sure of it?”
“Quite, quite sure of it.”