"Mr. Geraldine!"
"Yes?" he asked, not looking up from his writing.
"Mrs. Geraldine told me to come to you and get my money."
"I can’t be bothered now!" he said irritably. "I’m busy. Can’t you see?"
"I’m sorry, but I’ve got to have it. I’m going."
"Going, Angelica?" he said, looking up at last.
"Yes. I want to catch the ten-forty. So if you’ll just give me my money, I’ll go right away."
He resumed his writing.
"Too bad!" he said. "I really haven’t got it."
"Please don’t be so mean!" she cried. "For Gawd’s sake, give it to me, and let me go!" Her fatigue and her distress at his callousness were unnerving her. She felt ready to burst into tears. "Just give it to me and let me go!" she said again.