“You mean that you’ll be insured, too?” he asked doubtfully.
“Of course. Isn’t my life worth as much as yours?”
“More! a thousand times more!” he cried, “but—but—”
Her eyes showed her indignation, and he stopped short.
“You don’t want me to be insured!” she exclaimed hotly. “You don’t think I’m worth it!”
“Why, dearest,” he protested, “you’re worth all the insurance of all the people in the world, but it isn’t necessary in your case. It’s my earning capacity that—”
Unfortunate suggestion! There was an inference that she considered uncomplimentary.
“Haven’t I any earning capacity?” she demanded. “Don’t I earn every cent I get? Isn’t the home as important as the office?”
“Surely, surely, darling, but—”
“Doesn’t a good wife earn half of the income that she shares?” she persisted.