“Exactly as he said. I made five hundred! I might just as well have made five thousand.”
“Can you let me have a couple of hundred?” she asked. “The people are all bothering so.”
“You know that I can’t,” he answered irritably. “I had to send the lot to Lewis, and then it wasn’t a quarter of what he is pressing for. We shall never get through the season, Ruth, unless—”
She raised her eyes.
“Unless what?”
“Unless something turns up!”
There was a short, uncomfortable silence. Lady Ruth rose to her feet and stood facing the fireplace with her back to him.
“Lumley,” she said, “let’s face it!”
He gave a little start.
“Face what?” he inquired.