"Mad or not, that is exactly what I think," she said, coldly. "And I shall begin to pack my things now."
She actually drew out a bag and suited the action to the words. Claude looked on, speechless. After a while he went over and, roughly taking hold of one of her arms, continued his remonstrance.
"You can't even read the language, let alone speak it. And you haven't a penny of your own. Or do you expect to earn money on the streets?"
"Not until I've exhausted the regular channels," she said, maddeningly calm.
Inwardly she was boiling. She looked at him steadily until he released her arm. Then she added:
"I feel perfectly capable of looking out for myself, even in a strange country. Here are some socks I bought for you at a counter where no English was spoken."
"The devil take the socks!" he said, hurling the package to the other end of the room.
She sat down on a tuffet beside her case.
"You know quite well that I had a little money of my own, which I brought with me," she said. "That will do me to begin on."
"To begin on!" he raged, pacing the floor violently. "What do you mean by begin on? Is this another secret? As for your money, I know nothing about that either. I'm continually being slapped in the face with something or other that you've kept in the dark. But what's a little deceit among lovers?"