There was a truth in that to sting him. He smarted under its lash, but held his temper in check because he was sorry for the girl. "Perhaps you're right," he conceded; "perhaps I have some other motive. But that's neither here nor there. I'm here, and it is my present intention to learn the drug business in your father's store."
"I don't believe you, Mister Duncan—or whatever your name is."
"I'm sorry," he said patiently.
Betty's lips twitched, contemptuous. "Well, saying you do mean to work here——"
"I do."
"Where do you think your pay's going to come from?"
"Heaven, perhaps."
"I guess you think that's funny, don't you?"
"I confess, at the moment I did. But now I realise it's probably a bitter truth."
He was too much for her, she saw, and the knowledge only served to fan her indignation and suspicions.