He made no answer, but his very back oozed annoyance.
"What's her price, Raoul?" she asked in a wild manner. "Is it emeralds or pearls or diamonds? Or is she one whose price is above rubies?"
He faced round suddenly, anger flashing in his eyes.
"Be quiet, woman!" he said savagely.
She laughed hysterically.
"So she's something too good for me to talk about, is she? Does she know of all your gay doings in Paris?"
"Oh, you women!" he ejaculated contemptuously. "Can you never learn the virtue of silence?"
In an angry manner he went from the room, leaving Lucille in possession. She watched him until the door closed. Then she sank down into the chair he had vacated and stayed there with bowed head, weeping bitterly.