"Enough?" He looked at her with a twinkle in his bright eyes. "Dear girl, it hasn't paid so much as a quarter of its expenses."
"But will it ever?"
"Heaven knows—or perhaps even Heaven does not. I'm sure I don't."
"You talk so calmly about it!" she exclaimed, aghast. "Surely you are heavily involved—and not only you, but the Rajah and the people in Marut?"
He patted her on the cheek.
"Don't worry on that score," he assured her. "Besides, it's not my way to sit down and cry over what can't be helped. I dare say I shall pull through somehow."
"Yes, you, perhaps."
He changed color slightly under the challenge in her eyes, but his expression remained unruffled.
"You are not exactly a very trusting wife, are you, Lois? It comes of letting a woman have a look into business. Never mind, we won't argue the subject all over again. I know what you think of me. There, good-by. I must be off again. Nicholson will be around shortly. I told him he would find me at home."
"Had you not better wait for him, then?"