“No more than I am obliged to; a man can’t live on air.”
“I have none now,” she answered a little petulantly.
“What have you done with your last installment?”
“You have used a good share of it; I don’t know what for.”
“It is mighty little I have had lately.”
“Where are you going?” she asked, as she saw him preparing to leave the house.
“To the devil, for aught you care.”
“What ails you? I should like to know.”
“You will find that out some other time,” he said, as he walked away in an angry mood, leaving Irene alone.
“Oh, dear, I wonder what has come across him. I never knew him to be so angry before. I wonder if I must humor him to all the money he wants. I almost wish—oh, no, I don’t either; I wouldn’t go back to Scott if I could. Max will get over this little spell and be as loving as ever.”