“I suppose you have come for more money, haven’t you?” said Burnett spitefully.
“No—indeed no!” cried Claire.
“I do not believe you,” he said brutally; “and—”
“Ah, Claire, you here!” said May, rustling into the room, all silk, and scent, and flowers.
“Yes, she’s here,” said Burnett; “and the sooner she’s gone the better. I’m going out.”
“Very well, dear,” said May. “But don’t pout and frown like that at his little frightened wife.”
“Get out!” said Burnett, “and don’t be a fool before people.”
He shook her off as he said this, and strutted towards the door, where he turned with a sneering grin upon his face.
“I say,” he cried, “I didn’t give you any money when you asked me this morning.”
“No, dear, you didn’t. Give me some now, before you go. Don’t go out and leave me without.”