“But listen here, Trina, I tell you I am starving, regularly——”
“Hoh!” interrupted Trina scornfully. “A man can't starve with four hundred dollars, I guess.”
“Well—well—I—well—” faltered the dentist. “Never mind now. Give me something to eat, an' let me in an' sleep. I've been sleeping in the Plaza for the last ten nights, and say, I—Damn it, Trina, I ain't had anything to eat since—”
“Where's the four hundred dollars you robbed me of when you deserted me?” returned Trina, coldly.
“Well, I've spent it,” growled the dentist. “But you CAN'T see me starve, Trina, no matter what's happened. Give me a little money, then.”
“I'll see you starve before you get any more of MY money.”
The dentist stepped back a pace and stared up at her wonder-stricken. His face was lean and pinched. Never had the jaw bone looked so enormous, nor the square-cut head so huge. The moonlight made deep black shadows in the shrunken cheeks.
“Huh?” asked the dentist, puzzled. “What did you say?”
“I won't give you any money—never again—not a cent.”
“But do you know that I'm hungry?”