Anson nodded.
"Either you break it off—or I will," he said.
"What God damned business is it of yours, Hunter?"
"Don't lose your temper, Cary," said Edna nervously. "It's only a question of showing him how absurd——"
"For one thing, it's my name that's being handed around," interrupted Anson. "That's all that concerns you, Cary."
"Edna isn't a member of your family."
"She most certainly is!" His anger mounted. "Why—she owes this house and the rings on her fingers to my father's brains. When Uncle Robert married her she didn't have a penny."
They all looked at the rings as if they had a significant bearing on the situation. Edna made a gesture to take them from her hand.
"I guess they're not the only rings in the world," said Sloane.
"Oh, this is absurd," cried Edna. "Anson, will you listen to me? I've found out how the silly story started. It was a maid I discharged who went right to the Chilicheffs—all these Russians pump things out of their servants and then put a false meaning on them." She brought down her fist angrily on the table: "And after Tom lent them the limousine for a whole month when we were South last winter——"