“In fact, you sank your wishes to do me pleasure?”
“I did—like a fool,” said Blanche.
“You covered it up very well,” said Cheviot. “When the flat in St. James’s fell through, you cried all night. And that was more expensive.”
“It’s no good talking,” said Blanche. “You don’t understand. In America——”
“I know,” said Titus. “I know. In America you’d have four-fifths of my income, and I should pay for your furs. All I can say is I’m damned glad I’m English.”
“In America men work.”
“Is that your trouble? Well, I’ve worked pretty hard in my time and I’m forty-two. Moreover, I’ve got a game leg. Never mind. What about the car?”
“Well, what about it?” said Blanche defiantly.
“This,” said her husband. “You say that you chose it because you knew that I should not be content with anything else. Do you remember the car I used to have?”
“Did you expect me to go about in that?”