“It ain't any more yours than it is mine.”
“Every penny of it is mine.”
“Ah, what a fine fix you'd get me into,” growled the dentist. “I've signed the paper with the owner; that's business, you know, that's business, you know; and now you go back on me. Suppose we'd taken the house, we'd 'a' shared the rent, wouldn't we, just as we do here?”
Trina shrugged her shoulders with a great affectation of indifference and began chopping the onions again.
“You settle it with the owner,” she said. “It's your affair; you've got the money.” She pretended to assume a certain calmness as though the matter was something that no longer affected her. Her manner exasperated McTeague all the more.
“No, I won't; no, I won't; I won't either,” he shouted. “I'll pay my half and he can come to you for the other half.” Trina put a hand over her ear to shut out his clamor.
“Ah, don't try and be smart,” cried McTeague. “Come, now, yes or no, will you pay your half?”
“You heard what I said.”
“Will you pay it?”
“No.”