"He was to give you stock?"
"Yes; stock in a hotel that he's been building—another piece of work."
"And he gave you this stock?"
"Some of it."
"What have you done with it?"
"Sold it."
"You have sold it?"
"Yes. It was a kind of bonus he gave me for getting him the contract and for doing the plans for the hotel, too."
Further than that admission he would not go, and they left the subject late at night. He was sullen and hard, and resented her new tone of authority to him; for he had always counted on her acquiescence and tenderness as his immutable rights.
In the morning this feeling of resentment was more firmly fixed. He regretted that in a moment of weakness he had admitted what he had the night before. When she came to him as he was preparing to leave the house, and, putting her hands on his arms, begged him to talk with her again before going to the office, he listened moodily and said that he was pressed for time.