He sunk his head, feeling hopelessly beaten in the argument. All the time he was conscious of inward joy. To let her go was to suffer hell. The sudden fierceness that leaped out from her only increased his insatiable desire for her. She seemed even more beautiful in the rôle of tigress than in the old frigid pose of a Greek goddess.
“Have your own way,” he said.
“I intend to. You fixed the laws and you can’t abuse them. Fifty thousand pounds is a lot of money—more, perhaps, than most men would pay for me. But one day someone may——”
He clutched her and glared into her eyes in deep resentment. 244
“Do you think I would give you up for money?—my God!”
“You gave me your word,” she said. “You never go back on your word—you said so.”
He uttered a groan.
“It was fifty thousand,” she said in level tones. “I shall not forget.”
“Angela!”
“Plus ten per cent. interest,” she added tensely.