“She won’t be such a fool as not to come now that fellow’s gone!” he thought, and he was right, for a few moments later she was there.
“So you did come?”
“I am here,” Joan said quietly. “You wish to speak to me?”
“Don’t be so confoundedly hold-off! Aren’t you going to shake hands?”
“Certainly not!”
“Oh, very well!” he snarled. “Don’t then. Still putting on your airs, my lady!”
“I am here to hear anything you wish to say to me. Any threats that you have to make, any bargain that you wish to propose. I thought when I paid you that money—”
“That money’s gone; it went in a few hours.”
He felt savagely angry at her calmness, at her pride and superiority. Why, knowing what he knew, she ought to be pretty well on her knees to him.
“Please tell me what you wish to see me about and let me go. It is money, of course?”