"If he ever thinks of me," she went on between raging and sobbing, "I want him to regret me and I want him to feel sorry now and then because I'm not with him. He never knew me! I want him to respect my memory and love me!"
"Now, don't get excited!" interrupted Laroque soothingly.
"I don't want him to know what kind of a woman his mother is. And he shan't know it!" she shouted with sudden fury. "He shall never know it, I tell you! Never! I tell you! Never!"
"All right! Don't lose your temper! Who on earth is going to tell him? I certainly won't, and It isn't likely his father will."
Jacqueline sank back into her chair and glowered at him.
"I don't want to talk about it any more!"
"But the money's worth the trouble!" he insisted, trying to hide his exasperation.
"D——n the money!"
"A hundred and twenty-five thousand francs! Think what a difference they'd make to us!"
"Oh, shut your d——d mouth!" she growled. "I don't want to talk about the money, I tell you!" Laroque's eyes sparkled.