There was nothing gracious in Fairfax's face as it bent on the excited child.
"Pick up your money," he said harshly, his hand on the door. "Good-bye."
"Oh," cried the child, "I didn't know you were proud like that. I didn't know."
"Proud," he breathed deeply. "I'd rather starve in the gutter than touch a penny in this house."
He saw the flaming cheeks and averted eyes, and was conscious of Gardiner's little steps running down the stairs, and he heard Bella call "Cousin Antony," in a heart-rent voice, as he opened the door, banged it furiously, and strode out into the street.