Kaimes was taken aback. "Lima," he stammered, flushing to the roots of his fair hair. "What do you mean?"
"I mean that you can trust me to ask no questions, if you will mind your own business."
"As you are my wife, Demetrius is my business."
"Think of me as your widow then," she mocked, "and that I can't be without the aid of Demetrius."
"Why can't you speak plainly?"
"I might ask you the same question, but"--she picked up the novel and thrust it into Jim's unwilling hands--"I fancy you and I understand one another pretty well."
"I won't have any man making love to you."
"Very good," said Leah, calmly; "then you must remain a pauper, and my husband. I'm not going to all this trouble to share you with----"
"Well, with whom?--out with it!"
"I think you can answer that question best, Jim."