She took hold of her bag—as if to protect something. "I knew you wouldn't like it!" she said. "I hated to tell you! I thought maybe I'd put it off ... not tell you for a good while."
"If you will tell me now—and not sit there gibbering and chattering——"
She nodded. "Yes—I'd better do it to-night—right off—and get it done with!" She opened the bag slowly. "Of course, I know you won't want me to have it—" She looked at him doubtfully, holding on to the bit of paper.
"Let me see it!" He held out an imperious hand, and she gave it up. And he sat, with a check in each hand—one hand on either knee—and looked at her severely.
"Any more?" he said bitingly.
"That's all!" She leaned back with a sigh. The worst was probably over.
He read first one check, and then the other, and looked up swiftly—"They're both made out to you!"
"Yes! I saw he'd done it that way—I'm going to make the contagion one over to you."
"They're both contagion, probably!" He smiled grimly.