"Bills! Great Cæsar, Helen! You don't mean to say that you do know about them—that you bought all this stuff?"
Helen's lip began to quiver.
"Burke, don't—please don't look like that. You frighten me."
"Frighten you! What do you think of me?—springing a thing like this!"
"Why, Burke, I—I thought you'd like it."
"Like it!"
"Y-yes—that I didn't have to ask you for money all the time. And you'd have to p-pay 'em some time, anyhow. We had to eat, you know."
"But, great Scott, Helen! We aren't a hotel! Look at that—'salad'—'salad'—'salad,'" he exploded, pointing a shaking finger at a series of items on the uppermost bill in his left hand. "There's tons of the stuff there, and I always did abominate it!"
"Why, Burke, I—I—" And the floods came.