Polly was distressed, but resolute.
"No!" she implored the raging trustee. "No, Frank, don’t, please! Only find out just what has happened and see what you can save for me. Don’t trouble to quarrel with him."
Vincent turned on her.
"Yes!" he screamed in a high, hysterical voice. "Yes! You’ll fight to defend your money, at least! You don’t care about anything else. It never pierced your damned self-satisfaction when I was off with other women——”
"Vincent!" said his mother in a low, shocked voice.
"Very well! Very well!" he cried. "I don’t mind them knowing. I did take her miserable little income and spend it on other women. For God’s sake, who wouldn’t? Look at her! Do you think she——”
"Just tell him, please," said Polly to the lawyer, "that I intend to leave him immediately and to obtain a divorce, and that he must give up any authority he ever got from me."
"That will be arranged, Mrs. Geraldine," said the lawyer.
Suddenly Mrs. Russell began to cry.
"Oh, Polly!" she said. "Don’t give the poor boy up! Give him another chance! Oh, do, do, do!"