"Now! Now! Why do you go on so? Haven't I told you I have enough?" he answered in a tenor voice, trying to appear winsome.
Feeling that I knew his disposition, I said no more, but as we were passing the bank, I started to enter, saying to my wife:
"I am going to get you some money."
She caught me by the sleeve and cried excitedly: "No! No! No! Don't, because I have money." Hesitating a moment and repeating, "I have money."
"You have money?" I repeated, appearing to misunderstand her statement. "How did you get money?"
"Had a check cashed," she answered nervously.
"O, I see!" I said. "How much?"
"Fifty dollars," she answered, clinging to my arm.
"Good gracious, Orlean!" I exclaimed, near to fright. "We haven't got that much in the bank."
"Oh! Oh! I didn't want to," and then called to her father, who was just coming with the baggage: "Papa! Papa! You give Oscar back that money. He hasn't got it. Oh! Oh! I didn't want to do this, but you said it would be all right, and that the cashier at the bank, where you got it cashed, called up the bank in Calias and said the check was all right. Oh! Oh!" she went on, beside herself with excitement, and holding her arms out tremblingly and repeating: "I didn't want to do this."