"You have made me ridiculous," said Archibald in a tone she had not heard from him before.
"You will make yourself ridiculous," she retorted, "if you take this too seriously."
He exclaimed hotly: "I would not have had it happen for five hundred pounds."
The opportunity was irresistible to murmur: "The moral obliquity of it seems to have escaped you."
"What? You laugh? You sneer? This is too much, too much."
"Much too much," Betty answered disdainfully. "I said I was sorry. Well, I'm nothing of the kind—now. I'm glad. And I shall play again, if I choose, and back horses, as I used to do, when I was a happy sinner."
To this Archibald made no reply, and Betty told herself that she was a shrew. As the brougham stopped she said in a low voice: "Archie, I apologise."
Her husband, in a voice colder than liquid air, replied: "I accept your apology, Betty, but let me beg that nothing of this sort occurs again."
CHAPTER XXXII
BETTY MAKES GOOD RESOLUTIONS