"That must be as you wish," responded Andrew, as he went out.
Half an hour later Florence found him on the terrace. Her face was flushed and her eyes were angry.
"Andrew," she cried, "do you mean to persist in this madness? Shall I try to make peace with Leonard before it is too late?"
"I'm sorry it's too late already. I can't think he sent you."
"No; I came because I felt I must. Can't you see that you are bent on ruining yourself and bringing discredit on the firm?"
"I think not; but it's a point on which we can't agree. I can't blame you for taking Leonard's side."
"Oh," she cried, "try to be sensible! Think how Leonard has developed the business and earned the money that you have spent. Try to remember all you owe to him."
A queer smile crept into Andrew's eyes. He knew what he owed to Leonard, but Florence must not guess. She should keep her faith in her husband, if she could.
"At the worst, he would leave the firm with a very much larger capital than when he joined it, and there are, no doubt, other firms which would welcome him."
Florence turned upon him with a mocking laugh.