She stopped for lack of the right word. He made a gesture of indifference at the word "fine," but still waited.
"John, is it true what the judge said, what the district attorney said, about—the officials getting money from those coal companies?"
She colored, while Lane eyed her and at last replied irritably:—
"The officers of the road invested their money, like most men, where they saw fit, I suppose."
"But does that mean they take advantage of their position with the road to make money—improperly?"
"That depends on what you call 'improperly.'"
Her mind leaped clear of this evasion; she cried out:—
"But why did you want to make money—so much money? You had a large salary, and I could have had all the money we wanted from my father!"
Her husband looked at her almost contemptuously, as if her remark was too childish for serious consideration. It was axiomatic that all men who had the power desired to make what money they could.
"I certainly never cared to live on your father's money," he retorted.