"Five hundred."
Her green eyes flashed. "Lost five hundred!" she screamed. "That five hundred would have bought me a birthday present!" Her voice dropped several octaves. "I'm through, Harry. I'm sending your ring back in the morning."
He was shaken. "Sweets, it'll never happen again. I'm paying Sliman off tonight and, believe me, sweets it is the last time."
"I mean it, Harry."
He groaned. "Judy, please! What of our plans?"
"Plans! Did you think I'd marry you on a pitiful one thousand kredits a month?"
He was desperate. "Judy, you can't do this. I'll speak to Nestor. I'll get him to increase the allowance."
She laughed at him, biting, sarcastic laughter. "Speak to Nestor! You couldn't get Nestor to do anything. He controls your estate. Or didn't you know?"
"Judy, please listen. I will—"
"Good-bye Harry. Your ring will—"