"I have not lost the money yet," replied Paul, hotly. "Not that I care for the money."
"Of course not," put in Mrs. Krill, ironically, with another look at his dress.
"But I do care for Sylvia Norman—"
"With whom I have nothing to do."
"She is your husband's daughter."
"But not mine. This is my daughter, Maud—the legal daughter of Lemuel and myself," she added meaningly.
"Good heavens, madam," cried Beecot, his face turning white, "what do you mean?"
Mrs. Krill raised her thick white eyebrows, and shrugged her plump shoulders, and made a graceful motion with her white, be-ringed hand. "Is there any need for me to explain?" she said calmly.
"I think there is every need," cried Beecot, sharply. "I shall not allow Miss Norman to lose her fortune or—"