“Threats! Her lawyer! They’ve always got lawyers, those women. Don’t worry about threats, Jack. The more a woman threatens, the less she does. Nothing has happened yet, has there?”
He shook his head. “You don’t know her, Rose; she’s a devil incarnate. Sometimes I think she’s really insane.”
“She’s a good actress, Jack; most women are who get control of a man’s nerves. Suppose she does bring suit—you won’t be here.”
“I don’t see how I can very well get away,” he declared with a shrug.
“A question of money?”
“I’m afraid so, Rose.”
“Jack, you’ve been gambling.”
“A little.”
“You never gamble for a little. Why will you gamble?”
“Why does any one gamble—or drink—or do anything in life?”