The girl flushed; she tossed her dark head defiantly. "Well, what of it?"
"Simply this—Tom and Jerry and the McCaskeys have struck rich pay."
"Indeed?"
"You lied to me."
Laure's lips parted slowly in a smile. "What did you expect? What would any girl do?" She laid a caressing hand upon his arm. "I don't care how much they make or how poor you are—"
Pierce disengaged her grasp. "I care!" he cried, roughly. "I've lost my big chance. They've made their piles and I'm—well, look at me."
"You blame me?"
He stared at her for a moment. "What's the difference whether I blame you or myself? I'm through. I've been through for some time, but—this is curtain."
"Pierce!"
Impatiently he flung her off and strode out of the theater.