"I never met any one yet whose shoes you were worthy to black. Why, Luker's a man compared to you. He doesn't sponge upon a woman."
"It's not fair of you to speak to me like this--it is not! I know you're not fond of me----"
"Fond of you!--fond!"
The lady flung out her arm, as if the idea of her entertaining any feeling of that kind for her husband was a grotesque one, and she laughed. As he continued his tone suggested a snarl.
"I don't know that I'm particularly fond of you. You don't go out of your way to make yourself agreeable to a fellow. You've only got to say the word to be rid of me for--well, at any rate, a good long time."
"What's the word? L.S.D.?"
Mr. Lamb coughed.
"A fellow can't go away with empty pockets."
"I thought so. Out with it! What are you at?"
"The truth is, Isabel, I'm not feeling very well."