"Do you think I'm dependent on you for money?" she said, with scorn. "I know fifty better men than you who would give me the money if I asked them."
"Then go and ask them," he returned brutally.
Kitty sprang to her feet.
"Of course I will; that means your dismissal."
Fenton caught at her dress in genuine alarm.
"No, no! don't go; you know I love you--"
"So well," she interrupted, "that you refuse me a paltry five hundred pounds."
"I would give it to you, but I haven't got it."
"Then get it," she said coolly.
"I'm nearly ruined," he cried desperately.