“Good heavens, what a question, what does a woman want money for? I want it, that’s enough—What else will you ask?”
“What was the deal you expected money from yesterday?”
“A stock exchange business.”
She crimsoned with anger.
“I haven’t come to talk of that. I came as a friend to ask you for help. If you refuse, well, there that ends it.”
“Oh, no, it doesn’t,” said he. “I want to ask you a question.”
“Well, ask it.”
“It’s just a simple question.”
“Go on.”