"Why don't you get him back, then?"
"Why, I—"
Moffatt had picked up the frame and was looking at the photograph more closely. "Pants!" he chuckled. "I declare!"
He turned back to Undine. "Who DOES he belong to, anyhow?"
"Belong to?"
"Who got him when you were divorced? Did you?"
"Oh, I got everything," she said, her instinct of self-defense on the alert.
"So I thought." He stood before her, stoutly planted on his short legs, and speaking with an aggressive energy. "Well, I know what I'd do if he was mine."
"If he was yours?"
"And you tried to get him away from me. Fight you to a finish! If it cost me down to my last dollar I would."