“I am—choking!” she gasped. For the moment anger filled her soul.
“Now, be reasonable, there’s a good soul. Five thousand in the bank, twenty-five hundred a year to live on. Why, when you get used to it you will say you were never so happy. What about dinner? Shall we start economizing at once? Let’s pay off half a dozen servants before we sit down to a chop! Eh, tears! Well, they’ll help. Sometimes they’re good for women. Send for me when you are calmer!”
With a look of real pity in his eyes he bent and kissed her forehead. She would have kept him with her, but he went away.
“No,” he said, “no discussion, you remember; and I must fix a whole heap of things before we dine!”
CHAPTER XIX
CLANCY EXPLAINS
Carshaw phoned the Bureau, asking for Clancy or the chief. Both were out.
“Mr. Steingall will be here to-morrow,” said the official in charge. “Mr. Clancy asked me to tell you, if you rang up, that he would be away till Monday next.”