"How was I to know that you had no resources? Besides, it was rainy, and we couldn’t have gone out, anyway; but the very day you left the weather cleared. I was really disgusted with you, Angelica. You behaved abominably!"
"Well, Vincent," she said, "you’ll have to excuse that, and be a good friend to me, because I need some money."
He jumped to his feet.
"You’re shameless!" he said. "I’m shocked!"
"No—listen! There’s going to be a baby!" she cried, in desperation.
He was a little taken aback for a moment. He gave a hasty glance at her poor desperate young face, and then looked away.
"There!" he said, taking a leather wallet out of his pocket and throwing it on the table. "Take it! It’s all I’ve got. My God, you can’t get the better of a woman! They have it all their own way in this world. They make us pay, and pay dear, for their follies!"
Angelica stared at him, astounded.
"I’m supposed to be the guilty one," he went on. "I’m the one who’s held responsible—why, the good Lord only knows. I’m the one to pay!"
"As for me," said Angelica, "it’s just a picnic, isn’t it?"