"Gott in Himmel! I—I—you—you pack of wolfs, you!"
"Such names you can't call your wife, Julius! Just let me tell you that! Such names you can't call me!"
Anger trembled in Mrs. Binswanger's vocal cords like current running over a wire. But Mr. Binswanger sprang suddenly to his feet and crashed the white knuckles of his clenched fist down on the table with a force that broke the flesh. The red lights of anger lay mirrored in the pool of his eyes like danger lanterns on a dark bridge are reflected in black water.
"Wolfs—wolfs, all of you! You—you—to-night you got me where I am at an end! To-night you got to know—I—I can't keep it in no more—you got—to know to-night—to-night!"
His voice caught in a tight knot of strangulation; he was dithering and palsied.
"To-night—you—you got to know!"
A sudden trembling took Mrs. Binswanger.
"For God's sakes, know what, Julius—know what?"
"I'm done for! I'm gone under! Till it happened you wouldn't believe me. Two years I seen it coming, two years I been fightin' and fightin'—fightin' it by myself! And now for yourselves you look in the papers two weeks from to-morrow, the first of March, and see—I'm done for—I'm gone under, I—"
"Julius—my God, you—you ain't, Julius, you ain't!"