"You’d better bother about me!" he said. "You’d better remember that it’s only through my pity for you that you’re here. With half a word I could have you turned out of the house!"
She was imperturbable.
"I don’t think so," she said. "I wanted to talk to you about this, anyway, and it might as well be now. I don’t think Eddie would believe you, if you told him."
He laughed.
"My dearest girl, there’s a living proof!"
"No," she said, looking steadily at him. "There isn’t."
"What have you done? Murdered your baby, or sold it? That would suit your thrifty soul better. You do love money, don’t you, Angelica, better than an inconvenient baby!"
"What baby?" she inquired.
"My God!" he cried, staring at her. "The impudence of the hussy! So that’s the tack! You’re going to lie out of it? Going to deny you ever had a child?"
"And how do you know I did? You never saw it, did you? How do you know it wasn’t just a trick to get money out of you?"