Jim wriggled. "Oh, go on--go on! Kick a chap when he's down!"
"If I had intended to kick, you would have been black and blue by now, Mr. James Berring. But you needn't flatter yourself that my feelings are hurt in any way. You're not worth it."
"Other women think differently."
"Lola Fajardo, for instance."
"Well, I can't help that, can I? If you'd been a different sort of woman, I'd have----"
"You said that before. Had we not better get to business?"
"What business?"
"The insurance business. I don't care for you, and you show very plainly that you don't care for me. It is useless for us to struggle together like a couple of ill-matched dogs in leash. Give me fifteen thousand of this money, and then you can marry your Lola woman."
Jim turned white again. "You seem jolly anxious to get rid of me."
"Can you wonder if I do? How many women would take this scandalous matter as quietly as I do?"