But he was less steady than he had been. The heat of the little flat brought more blood to his head. He wavered as he stood just inside the door.
“You must go back to your wife.”
“She doesn't want me. She's in love with a fellow at the house.”
“Palmer, hush!”
“Lemme come in and sit down, won't you?”
She let him pass her into the sitting-room. He dropped into a chair.
“You've turned me down, and now Christine—she thinks I don't know. I'm no fool; I see a lot of things. I'm no good. I know that I've made her miserable. But I made a merry little hell for you too, and you don't kick about it.”
“You know that.”
She was watching him gravely. She had never seen him just like this. Nothing else, perhaps, could have shown her so well what a broken reed he was.
“I got you in wrong. You were a good girl before I knew you. You're a good girl now. I'm not going to do you any harm, I swear it. I only wanted to take you out for a good time. I've got money. Look here!” He drew out the roll of bills and showed it to her. Her eyes opened wide. She had never known him to have much money.