"I want you to know that there has been nothing wrong—between Stanley and me."
"Do you wish me to put that to your credit or to your discredit?" inquired he.
"What do you mean?"
"Why, you've just told me that you haven't given Stanley anything at all for his money—that you've cheated him outright. The thing itself is discreditable, but your tone suggests that you think I'll admire you for it."
"Do you mean to say that you'd think more highly of me if I were—what most women would be in the same circumstances?"
"I mean to say that I think the whole business is discreditable to both of you—to his intelligence, to your character."
"You are frank," said she, trying to hide her anger.
"I am frank," replied he, undisturbed. He looked at her. "Why should I not be?"
"You know that I need you, that I don't dare resent," said she. "So isn't it—a little cowardly?"
"Why do you need me? Not for money, for you know you'll not get that."