So he was actually taking her words to imply that she wanted money. She opened her lips, ready with an indignant denial, but stopped short. Let him labour under this delusion for the time being. It was a decided advantage.
She gave him her address.
"I am posing here all day," she explained. "You can come in the evening at half-past seven."
"I am engaged to-night. Expect me to-morrow. I'll drop in after I've dined. Somewhere between eight and nine. I say, Evarne."
"What is it?"
"You won't throw the furniture at me, will you?"
She found no answer for this taunt. Leaning back in the chair, she turned her head wearily away, while a couple of big tears gathered in her eyes. He was very brutal—very heartless. What was she to do, or say to him?
In another minute the door had swung to behind him, and Geoff was bending over her.
She looked up mournfully, while the big tears overflowed and trickled unrestrainedly down her cheeks.
"It was quite useless," she murmured brokenly. "He is absolutely determined to prevent our marriage. Oh, Geoff, my dearest, I am so unhappy. What am I to do? I love you so much."