“You dare to defy me, to help this miserable cur to escape me!”
“Yes, I tell you I’m sick of the whole business, this dog’s life and all. And I’m not sorry the jewels are gone, that I can be quit of knavery and you together. You seem to be pretty well ‘on’ to-night, and in you’re true colors you’re by no means fascinating.”
Goodhare seemed, however, to perceive the need of pulling himself together. There was a short pause before he answered, in a quieter tone:
“Don’t you think you’re rather ungrateful? You must own that I’ve shown you how to enjoy yourself, and given you the means to do it, too.”
“A poor sort of enjoyment! I’m the wreck of what I was a year and a half ago!”
“Only shows how alluring you found pleasure, that you gave yourself up to it so completely.”
“Well, I’ve had enough of it now. I’m going back to Carstow, where I’ve left a good little girl dying for love of me. I’m going to settle down to quiet respectability and forget that I ever saw your cursed face.”
“And on what money do you propose to do this?”
“That’s my affair.”
“No; mine.”