"I didn't mean the money!"
"Sensible people know what it amounts to,—only the mob yaps."
"I didn't mean criticism, either," she said softly.
"Well, that New York crowd hasn't heard the last of me yet!"
His lips shut tight together. The spirit of fight, of revenge, was aroused.
It was useless to talk further. She drew his arm about her.
"You will go out to see Steve to-morrow, won't you?"
"Yes, of course,—any time in the afternoon."
She kissed him and went back to her room.
One precept out of Renault's thin book of life was hard to acquire,—Patience. But it must be acquired,—the power to abide the time calmly, until the right moment should come. The morrows contain so many reversals of the to-days!