"Oh, it isn't vendetta that takes me away," he said lightly, "something less romantic. When a man's single," he said sententiously, "he can afford to let money go hang, but when he has a wife—did you speak?"
"No," she said, and looked at her programme.
"When a man has a wife who is pretty certain to be extravagant—you're sure you didn't speak?"
She shook her head.
"Well, in that case, one has to look around one's silver mines, and floating investments and besides——"
Something in his tone made her look up; she saw a look half puzzled, half amused.
"Well—I've got feelings, Hank laughs at 'em, says it's all your fault."
"What kind of feeling?"
"A dread," he said slowly, "a sort of uneasiness about my property—a sort of—I don't know." He ended weakly and she thought irritably.
She looked at him steadily and silently, and Hank found an opening.